(A/N: this has been done for so long but it's spent ages in edit hell until i just gave up and finally posted it. apologies for the delay.

Well, back on with the lighter bits and some more sexy times. I hadn't originally planned for so much... but things happen and I'm not going to stop them from getting it on. hahaa And, uh, heads up for some breeding kink near the end that just sort of worked its way in there. Oops?

Enjoy!)

It was surprisingly easy for Castiel to move Dean in, into his life and home. Dean didn't have much—everything fit in the trunk of his Lincoln. Dean looked a little embarrassed at that, face lightly pink and shoulders hunched a little as he placed a stuffed duffle bag in and closed the trunk. Castiel didn't think anything of it; he didn't have many possessions himself.

As far as he was concerned, it just meant they could acquire more. Together. He said as much and Dean just stared at him, mouth parted and the pinked cheeks going a shade darker, spreading down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. Castiel stared back, gaze dipping to the slight quiver of Dean's bottom lip.

"Well," Castiel said after a moment, mostly to help break the tense silence, reeling from the lingering-yet-still-sharp tang of Dean's embarrassment. It was steadily being replaced with what Castiel had come to associate with Dean ready to give him that charming, teasing smile and call him a 'sappy ass Alpha'—a pleasant scent that usually preceded Dean being aroused and getting physical in lieu of speaking.

Castiel cleared his throat and took a step back. Dean looked ready to kiss him, maybe shove a hand down his pants. Regrettably, this wasn't the time, nor place, to let the usual course of action play out.

He glanced towards the battered motel door they'd walked out of moments before. "Did you want to sa—"

"No," Dean interrupted. He didn't want to fucking say 'goodbye'. Mostly because he was afraid it would actually be good bye. His dad wasn't exactly thrilled with him staying behind with Cas but he hadn't been too pissed or tried to hard to get Dean to join them, either. (As 'jobs' go, it was meant to be fairly easy; something he and Sam could handle, no problem, less than a week if things went smoothly, and they'd only be a few hours away.) Sam had been supportive but reserved since their dad had been lurking.

He figured it was either a good thing or a very bad thing.

Castiel simply nodded and gave Dean's shoulder a gentle squeeze. Dean leaned into the touch for only a moment before rolling his shoulders and brushing past him, settling into the passenger seat without another word.

He sighed softly, taking Dean's need for a moment alone with grace and as little personal feelings as possible. He glanced back at the motel, lifting his hand in an awkward wave when he saw Sam looking out through the curtains. When Sam waved back, mouth pulled into a small, sympathetic smile, he figured all was not as lost as Dean feared.

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Dean went through the house, like he did with any new place he stayed at, and did the habitual protection routine. Cas was watching him; he stayed close but kept out of the way, observing, occasionally asking about the sigils Dean painted. It wasn't until Dean was salting the windowsills did he pause, looking between Cas and the salt container. It was surreal to realize he wouldn't be doing this again tomorrow night or in a few days because he was in a new city, staying in yet another dingy motel room.

He was staying here. For as long as Cas would have him.

He needed a moment to collect himself, eyes hot and throat tight, but he didn't complain when Cas crowded close. He didn't have a lot of practice laying salt lines with an alpha wrapped around him, nuzzling and scenting him, but he managed because he had always been an awesome multi-tasker. His voice was fairly even as he explained to Cas what the hell he was doing to his house, musing aloud about how he could get the salt lines to be more permanent.

He would've laughed at Cas' suggestion of impregnating it in caulk but he was distracted by Cas gently taking the salt canister from him and palming his ass. Since he was done, sigils done and salt lines down, he went with it and followed as Cas pulled him towards their bedroom.

It was only a week after they settled into Cas' place when Dean found out his dad and Sam were back and had moved into a cheap apartment about 15 miles away. Neither of them called or got in contact (they weren't a chatty pack to begin with), but it still relaxed that knotted feeling in his chest to know they were back safe. And close by. Close and settling in.

Even if only temporarily, it was good.

He itched to find the place, kick down the door and make sure the place was clean, that the pantry and refrigerator were reasonably stocked. Dad and Sam could take care of themselves, sure, but not usually to Dean's standards. Plus, he was starting to miss knowing where they were, that they were safe and not in a ditch somewhere with their insides redecorating the asphalt.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. They were both grown alphas, for fuck's sake. If they needed him, he knew they'd call.

In the meantime, he got settled at Cas' and looked for easier hunts. He didn't like being so... sedentary, but he liked the idea of going on a dangerous hunt alone or being too far from Cas even less. Anything more complicated than a salt-and-burn (maybe a lone vamp), or if he couldn't get Cas to go with him, he texted the details to Sam.

He hoped he'd hear from Sam, but he figured his brother needed some time to cool off. Sam was probably still having a little hissy fit about being alone with their dad. They got along well enough, but they butted heads all the time since they were so damn alike (and usually just because they were both stubborn, too-proud alphas more often than not).

So far, no word from his brother (or his father) but he saw the results on the news and various websites when he checked. So that was something. He didn't feel as guilty as he essentially nested in his new place with his new mate.

And Cas didn't push him to talk about it or bring up speaking to Sam (or his dad) more than once a week, letting the issue drop when Dean said 'not yet'. He wanted to, of course, but he figured he'd wait until tempers cooled. He was just as much of a stubborn bastard as his dad and he didn't want to risk making it worse. Dad and Sam were still in that ratty apartment, so that was good. Dean knew it was just a matter of time. He could be patient...

.

Cas didn't have much in his house, so there were many moments of Dean lamenting the lack of something and it 'miraculously' appearing the next day. Some of it he was truly confused how Cas was able to live without, some were just things he'd always wanted. He hadn't expected Cas to run out any buy it, but the first time something (an awesome digital crock pot) appeared on the kitchen counter after he'd mentioned it would be great to have one, he'd tested it.

The higher thread count sheets he figured were less luxury than necessity because Cas would enjoy them too. After a lifetime of scratchy, stiff motel sheets he figured it was OK to enjoy something nice if Cas liked them too. (Dean insisted they sleep naked for the full effect and Cas was down to skin before Dean even finished speaking. It was definitely the best idea ever.)

The spare towels were good to have, too. Less trips to the basement washer/dryer and a few laying around for any possible guests was just good planning. (He still tried to work out how Cas made due with only two towels.)

Sometimes Cas would just come home and take Dean shopping, stubbornly herding Dean out the door and ignoring Dean's promises that it wasn't a big deal they didn't have a one of those fleece blankets with sleeves for the sofa or the vacuum that didn't use bags. Then, they'd stop somewhere for a bite to eat after because shopping was like a contact sport when Cas got serious and the thought of cooking after all that was just too much.

They even shopped for groceries together occasionally. Dean pawing through the herbs and spices clicking his tongue as he dumped small bottles in the cart. Cas had salt, pepper, garlic powder and paprika. That was it. It was almost tragic.

Castiel noticed, but didn't comment on, the ridiculous amounts of food Dean cooked or the mind-boggling array of baking Dean churned out in an effort to keep himself busy and channel his stress. Dean always brightened when Cas walked into the kitchen, nose raised and inhaling happily as he enjoyed the homey smell of whatever was baking. Cas' happy scent mixing with baked goods was at the top of Dean's 'favorite things'.

Castiel reached for one of the lemon muffins, mouth watering as the warm citrusy scent teased him. They smelled divine.

"Ah-ah!" Dean chided, lightly smacking Cas with the wooden spoon in his hand. He grinned when Cas backed away, hands raised, but staring longingly at the lemon muffins. Figures his alpha would like lemon muffins. "Those aren't ready yet. Here," he said, as he pulled another cooling rack closer to Cas. He smirked when Cas' hand darted out and grabbed one, snickering when Cas pulled it close and held it protectively until it was clear Dean wasn't going to smack it away again.

He watched, not bothering to hide how pleased he was, as Cas hummed and moaned as he ate. He did hand Cas a plate though, brushing the crumbs from Cas lips with a fond smile. It was a good thing his alpha was adorable on occasion or he'd have to tsk over the crumbs on his clean floor and counters.

Dean figured Cas earned some muffins since his alpha didn't mention how much of that food was soon gone after lining the counters (probably already aware it was left at a shabby apartment building) and didn't end up in Dean's face or belly (which was still a fair amount, Dean could admit). Cas would just bring home packs of food containers and not comment on how few wound up in their fridge.

He figured Cas earned the shower sex he surprised his alpha with the next morning.

Because alpha strength and those ridiculous non-stick tub things really helped uncomplicate things when it came to getting frisky in the shower. He still wasn't sure how Cas got those muscles from being in a cubicle 5 days a week and running occasionally, but he was not complaining. He wasn't doing much of anything as Cas washed his hair, body tingling pleasantly and his legs still rubbery from one hell of an orgasm.

Dean knew Cas' offer to wash his back had been sincere, the kinda thing he was getting used to a doting mate would offer; nothing even remotely sexy about it, just Cas being Cas. Cas just wasn't the kind of guy that would offer something with an ulterior motive. Cas wasn't subtle— Dean usually saw and scented his blatant interest before Cas even opened his mouth.

Apparently, dislocating a shoulder half dozen times really affects a guy's range of motion. The shower stall was clear glass, so it wasn't like Cas wouldn't notice Dean's struggling when Cas wandered in to brush his teeth. (Because Cas finally got the memo it was fine to use the bathroom if Dean was in the shower—he'd shared bathrooms as long as he could remember and Cas was 10 times better than Sam's nosy, primping ass. Still, Cas usually only went in if it was necessary because 'privacy is important, Dean'.) He hadn't known Cas was in there until there was tap on the glass and Cas made 'I'll wash your back?' motions like Dean couldn't hear him through the thin glass. He'd laughed and snorted water even as he nodded and stepped aside so Cas had room to climb in. Normally, he'd refuse on principle but he figured if you couldn't let your sexy mate and alpha help every now and again, why bother.

It didn't take long for Cas' soapy hands sliding all over got Dean worked up. He used his soap-slick skin to his advantage, turning in Cas' hands and backing his alpha into the shower wall. Cas was quick to get with the program and kissed him, swallowing Dean's moan and used his soapy hands to his advantage.

As far as Dean is concerned, Cas can slip into the stall with him whenever he needs to 'wash his back'. For, like, ever.

.

Dean felt a little silly enjoying the simple domestic things with Cas. Things he'd done before, but usually alone as he waited for Sam and their dad to get back from a hunt (because, apparently, whenever he was out on a hunt, neither alpha knew how to work a damn washer or dryer or where the closest grocery store was).

Stupid things like spending 10 minutes wandering the laundry aisle, sniffing the various brands. Before, he'd pick up whatever was cheapest or was in the vending machine at the laundromat. Apparently, Cas chose his by whatever was on sale or he had a coupon for. Dean was settled now, a proper adult with a mate and everything, and with that came a preferred brand of laundry detergent as far as he was concerned.

He knew it was silly but he was pleased Cas went along with it, had the good grace not to laugh at him and solemnly nodded his agreement when Dean explained himself. Cas just dutifully sniffed when Dean shoved an opened bottle under his nose, giving his opinion (which was usually an indifferent shrug). When Dean finally made his choice, Cas just pushed the cart to the next aisle, content to wait while Dean squeezed packages of paper towels and compared prices. Dean wandered more aisles, mentally checking off all the things they needed as he filled the cart.

Shopping with Cas really should be boring, something that wasn't exactly enjoyable; just something that needed to be done, a boring way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Something that definitely shouldn't have Dean eyeing the flex of Cas' back muscles appreciatively as he loaded grocery bags into the trunk, gaze drawn to the ridiculously attractive bulge of Cas' bicep as he hefted the economy sized jug of detergent into the car.

Something that shouldn't have Dean moving into Cas' personal space and pressing up close to practically drape himself against Cas' back, pinning his Alpha against the back bumper (and nearly tumbling into the open trunk), sliding his hands down Cas' sides to his ass right there in the parking lot. It definitely shouldn't have Dean fighting an erection, growing slick and hot between his cheeks, sliding a hand around to palm the crotch of Cas' jeans.

He could tell Cas was confused even as his alpha's hips twitch into his touch, the scent of his arousal already blooming thick and delicious as Dean felt him hardening under his hand. Thankfully, they parked in the back of the lot (so Baby is less likely to get scratched, that apparently is an ingrained habit even when they're in Cas' fugly POS) and they were far enough from anyone seeing them. Still, there wasn't any actual privacy and it only turned him on more, muffling a moan against Cas' neck as he lazily rutted against Cas' ass. He nipped a line of kisses up Cas' neck, licking a kiss at that spot behind Cas' ear that always made his alpha growl softly with arousal, his fingers tracing the hardening outline in Cas' jeans.

"Dean?"

Dean blinked and stepped back, clearing his throat as he practically crashed back into reality. OK, so even shopping with Cas got him hot. No big. He tossed Cas the keys and slid into the passenger seat, pressing the heel of his palm against his tented zipper as he watched Cas walk around the car to the driver's side. Cas was quick to slide in behind the wheel, only giving Dean a side-long look instead of asking 'what the fuck?' like any normal person probably would. He started the car and headed home.

And being enclosed in the car with Cas didn't help. Dean huffed, slid down in the seat a little and popped the button on his jeans. He groaned softly as the pressure eased up a little, teasing a finger along the elastic of his underwear and sliding down—just a little. "Fuck," he hissed softly, stroking a little more.

He could feel Cas staring at him, the scent of him heavy in the car. He glanced over, noting the white-knuckled grip Cas had on the steering wheel and he wondered how Cas controlled the urge to touch him. He just barely managed to control himself for the short ride home, mindful of the mess he'd make of the seats otherwise. Tempting but he didn't even want to think about getting slick out of worn-out velour.

But the simmering arousal didn't go away, not while unloading all the bags from the car. Not when putting everything away, shoulder to shoulder with Cas or moving around each other in the small kitchen.

The moment Cas stowed away the last bag, Dean was on him and dragged an unresisting Cas to their bedroom.

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It wasn't a new thing being in Cas' home, in his bed. Not since they've mated and Dean moved in so it was their home and their bed. He was still getting used to being somewhere permanent. Somewhere that was his—and Cas'. Somewhere he could always come back to. Somewhere that made him feel safe, content, because of what was inside the walls instead of what was painted on them.

He carefully made his way through the bedroom, the tiny nightlight (that he will no longer mock Cas about—even if it was shaped like a damn cartoon bee) throwing off enough light to keep him from stumbling over Cas' wayward shoe or stubbing his toe on that stupid wood chest filled with spare blankets at the end of the bed. He eased himself onto the bed, exhaling slowly as he relaxed. It was so comfortable and Dean found himself sinking into the memory foam with a happy sigh, eyes closing in bliss as he wriggled his head into the cool, soft pillow. He'd managed to get his boots off at the door and eventually he'd find the energy to take off the rest of his clothes.

In a minute...

He'd driven straight home, about 4 hours; the longest he'd had to do since mating with Cas. It was the first text he'd gotten from Sammy in awhile, just a few links about a case, a simple salt and burn, since his dad and Sam were a few states away. He hadn't even considered not doing it even though Cas couldn't take off work. (Dean had said it was dumb to even consider it, missing out on those paid hours at work, even though he wouldn't have minded Cas coming with him again). It wasn't like he could put off hunts for weekends.

Cas stirred next to him, sleepy eyes squinting up at him, half his face smushed into his pillow. Dean grinned; he couldn't help it, overwhelmed for a moment as he stared at his alpha. It took him a few tries to find his voice, sliding closer to Cas with a soft sound of content.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he murmured. He kissed Cas' sleep-warm cheek as he gently slid his fingers through dark hair, smiling a little at the wild bedhead. It was fucking adorable and he was helpless against the urge to nuzzle, breathing deep the scent of warm, sleepy alpha.

Castiel yawned and freed an arm from the pile of blankets to pull Dean closer. "It's alright," he said softly. He frowned a little to feel clothing, soft cotton and stiff denim. Dean hadn't dressed for bed; just crawled into their bed fully clothed, probably exhausted from a long day.

He tilted his head up when Dean pressed a chilled nose to his neck, goosebumps popping up when he heard Dean inhale deeply. He smiled, shivering gently when he felt soft lips moving down his neck, pressing lightly against his mark. It was a glorious feeling of warmth, affection and contentment. Definitely worth being mostly-awake for.

"Everything go alright?" Castiel murmured, sliding a hand up Dean's back. Dean smelled of turned earth, lighter fluid and leather. It mixed with Dean's natural, underlying scent, and it was becoming a common scent to him. It wasn't exactly pleasant but didn't carry anything unpleasant, like the scent of Dean's blood, so he figured he'd get used to it.

Dean hummed softly as Cas' large warm hand slid up, settling on the back of his neck and kneaded gently. He exhaled, body relaxing into the touch. Fuck he was glad to be home. It took a minute of wriggling and flopping to get under the covers, sinking into the warmth of Cas trapped under the blankets and easing the tension even more.

"Yeah," he muttered, shifting closer to Cas and sliding a hand across his back. It took a moment for Dean to realize Cas was naked, not even wearing boxers to bed.

Dean sucked in a breath as Cas ran his hands down his chest and sides in a familiar way. He felt a little bad he woke Cas up in the middle of the night (he had to work early tomorrow, after all) but it was quickly fading as Cas' lips followed his hands. He moved willingly as Cas yanked and pushed his clothes off, helping where he could, neither of them caring they got trapped between the blankets or landed on the floor. He shivered a little as Cas' warm hands slid all over him, body warming with each slide of Cas' palms across his skin.

He tried to ignore the hot curl of needwant, let Cas get back to sleep. He couldn't help the noise he made when Cas disappeared under the blankets to kiss down his chest to his belly, gaze soft and warm whenever Dean lifted the blanket to see and their eyes met. Cas interest focused, intent, his scent all alpha that left little doubt where Cas' thoughts were as he kissed and practically pet Dean's belly. He twitched a little when Cas nuzzled him, nose tracing around his navel, groaning softly when Cas' lips trailed after.

He closed his eyes so he wouldn't say anything stupid, wouldn't give in to the urges that have come back with a vengeance since mating with Cas. It was too damn soon to discuss kids with any kind of seriousness. If he ever worked up the courage to bring it up, he knew they should have clear heads, not Cas practically half asleep, both of them swamped with mating urges and hormones that turned everyone stupid.

Cas' fingers fluttering down his thighs had him parting his legs with a soft, needy sound. He huffed softly, muscles twitching a little, when Cas' mouth followed his fingers again, soft presses to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He shifted his hips, sliding a hand into Cas' hair as his alpha kept kissing around his hips, tongue teasing at the crease between hip and thigh. He tightened his grip and canted his hips up when Cas made his way across, nuzzling and kissing, messy hair and stubble tickling his inner thighs as Cas mouthed at the base of his very interested dick.

Dean made a strangled sound when Cas' hand wrapped around him, lips and tongue teasing at the tip of his cock, groaning softly when Cas hummed low and dirty as he licked a bead of precome away. He could count the number of blow jobs he'd had on one hand. And none were from an alpha. The idea alone had him moaning lowly, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down so he could focus on the pinpricks of pain instead of coming right on Cas' face before he even got a chance to do anything.

He almost wanted to tell Cas he didn't have to but just moaned, words dying before he could have a coherent thought. Cas wouldn't do anything he didn't want to, anyway. His fingers tightened in Cas' hair again, knees lifting and parting to give Cas room. Cas made himself comfortable in the space with a pleased grunt, splaying out on his belly and tucking his arms under Dean's hips so he was spread out under the covers.

Dean's breath hitched with a sobbed moan. It felt so damn good. Cas' tongue was doing all sorts of unexpected, amazing things and he was having a hard time staying still. He kicked the blankets off, too warm and needing to see.

Cas didn't seem to mind when his hips arch up, the alpha's pleased humming growl vibrating along his shaft and sending pleasure washing through him. He was slick like crazy already but Cas only teased a thumb around his rim, spreading the slick around and down between his cheeks, knuckle pressing and stroking along his perineum in a maddening rhythm that matched his mouth and had Dean panting, toes curling and heels digging into Cas' shoulders.

Large hands splayed out over his belly, sliding down to curl around his hips, Cas heavy, hot and insistent between his legs. He was practically dizzy with the scent of Cas, warm and awesome with sleepy contentment and sharp with arousal, his alpha's low moans and softly spoken words a happy buzz in his ears and heating his entire body in a heady flush of arousal. Cas' voice was muffled with skin but he heard enough to make his face heat, wanting to bury his face at the sincerity in Cas' voice.

"That's it," Castiel murmured, practically petting Dean. "Gorgeous," he breathed, bottom lip dragging along the softness of Dean. "All mine and so beautiful." He couldn't seem to help himself, fingers digging into Dean's thighs as he moaned softly. "Think about how much better you'll look swollen with my pups." He could practically see it already.

Dean squeezed his eyes closed, head bobbing and hair whispering against the pillow as he nodded but he couldn't manage to say it aloud. He didn't know how serious Cas was. Didn't dare take Cas' growled words about pups and how lovely Dean would look rounded with it to mean anything right now. Cas' hands petting him, hot mouth leaving a damp trail along his belly, had Dean groaning and writhing into his touch. His fingers slid into Cas' hair, gripping tighter than he intended but Cas wasn't complaining, and he was opening his mouth before he could help himself. "Yeah, come on, Cas. Come on," he urged, grabbing at Cas and twisting closer. "Gimme your pup. I wan' it."

They haven't really talked about it, just said things in the heat of the moment sometimes. And Dean didn't think 'talking about it' meant him babbling about wanting Cas' pups in the throes of heat, grabbing Cas' hair and yanking until their mouths met in a heated, urgent kiss, telling his alpha to 'knock him up'. But still, it was usually there at the back of his mind. It was quickly pushed to the way back burner, all thoughts fizzing out entirely as Cas' palms slid around his hips and thighs, his alpha shifting his legs with intent.

Dean arched with interest, fingers digging into Cas' biceps and silently urging him on, rolling his lips over his teeth to keep in a needy moan. He tucked his feet in close when Cas' hand slid down his thigh and settled at the small of his back, his alpha's strength arranging him, hands splayed to tip him to the perfect angle. And fuck, Cas was still talking, voice a low burr that hummed through his body and sparked in all those secret places.

"I'm gonna breed you, Dean," Castiel said lowly, keen gaze on the flush of Dean's cheeks, the way he was breathing fast and heavy. He knew he'd stop if Dean looked uncomfortable, but Dean didn't and he wasn't able to shut up. "Oh, Dean, you want this, too. You want it, you're practically aching for it." He grinned, feeling feral and proud, when Dean gasped a moan and wriggled closer, a choked keening sound muffled behind a fist. He could feel the insistent arch of Dean's hips, fingers digging in as his omega dragged him closer.

He leaned down enough to nuzzle at Dean's neck, licking and nipping as Dean gasped and urged him closer. He barely had room to slid his hands along Dean's belly and hips but he managed. "I'm going to do that, Dean. Soon. I'm going to make sure you'll get what you want. What we both want."

Dean tried not to but he keened. Partly from surprise that Cas would even say such a thing as from the words themselves. He had no idea Cas could talk like that and it was awesome. Brain-scrambling awesome. Cas was lifting Dean's leg and and tucking himself closer. The hotwet drag of Cas against him, the tease of Cas hot and hard had him babbling. "Fuck, yes, I want it. I want you," he gasped, Cas' hips stuttering into his and teasing the head of his dick along Dean's rim. His eyes practically rolled back, breath leaving him in a shaky, moaned exhale. "I bet it'll feel so good."

He groaned when Cas manhandled him again, shifting and pushing and pulling until he was splayed out just how Cas liked. He could hear Cas' heavy breathing, the possessive grip around his hips that dragged down to his thighs as Cas pushed them apart and growled softly. "Oh fuck, are you— Are you gonna breed me, Cas?" Cas made that growly groan again and Dean found himself pinned under his alpha's weight. It felt awesome and he scrabbled at sweat-slick skin, trying to get Cas to quit fucking around, get to the actual fucking.

"Fuck, Cas, I bet you—" He groaned, head arching back as Cas dragged a thumb between his cheeks and pushed in, testing the give. It slid right in with a slick, wet sound that had Cas leaning in close, crowding him and panting into his ear. He nearly whined when Cas pulled out until he felt Cas' hands wrapping around his thighs and leaving slick smears on the insides as Cas spread him and snugged in close. "You could," he panted out, eyes closing at the felt the tease of Cas, hot and wet, against him. "You could do it right now and I'd fucking love it, Cas."

Castiel slid into Dean, the going so smooth with slick and hot with Dean's arousal, he slid right in in one, smooth push. Sleep was the furthest thing on his mind as his fingers clenched around Dean's hips. His eyes nearly rolled back when he saw the give around his fingers, the hint of softness that aroused him in the oddest of ways. He stilled, even now able to hold off a little while Dean adjusted. He contented himself with touching Dean, palming perked nipples, Dean's soft belly, the spread of his thighs and that soft spot behind his knees that made Dean's eyes flutter closed and his whole body shiver. He was still talking, he knew he was, but he couldn't seem to censor himself.

Not with Dean responding like this.

It was probably the new mate bond, making his wants bubble to the surface and out of his mouth. But Dean arching into his touch, eyes tightly closed, face flushed, hair scuffing the pillow as his omega nodded enthusiastically, moaning in that low way Castiel knew meant Dean was overwhelmed and feeling so good. Hot hands tight where Dean gripped him, strong fingers flexing steadily as they moved together. He brushed his fingers across Dean's belly, unable to help the soft, base growl at the thought of it round and heavy with their child.

He started to move, Dean's knees digging into him as his omega moved with him, babbling almost constantly. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if Dean's heat was approaching, helping his omega voice his wants of a pack with Castiel. It didn't matter at the moment, though, because he would give his beloved anything.

And Castiel kept moving, kept talking even as he slid his hands down the backs of Dean's thighs and settled at the small of his back, fingers splaying out as he lifted Dean just so. They both moaned as he was able to go deeper, growling softly with possessive pleasure when Dean arched with a throaty sound and wrapped a hand around himself, throwing his head back with another deep moan. He watched as Dean stroked fast and sloppy, just how he liked when he was close.

"Oh, you'll love it so much, Dean," he panted, gaze intent on Dean as he spoke. Watching each flutter of his eyes, acutely aware of each keening moan and twitch of pleasure as Dean listened and responded. "All mine, full of my pups and so lovely."

Castiel leaned back enough to watch his omega come apart, hands tucked under Dean's spread thighs, enchanted by the sight. He groaned, hips stuttering when Dean tightened around him with a hitched breath, cheek pressed into the pillow with a soft sob as he came. He fucked Dean right through it, enraptured by the sight of Dean panting and gasping, wringing every drop of pleasure before Dean's arms fell to the bed with a long sigh of pleasure and a muffled thump, body now pliant and bouncing bonelessly with each thrust.

It was so damn gorgeous and he was so close. He grabbed Dean's hips and pulled his pleasure-limp omega into him, chasing his own orgasm. Dean was pliant and warm, body lax, voice low and pleasure-slurred with each 'yeah, come on, Cas' and 'that's it, give it to me, Alpha'. He didn't let his knot sink in, managing to pull back at the last moment to release on Dean's spent cock and still spread thighs, their spend mixing on his soft belly.

He flopped next to Dean with a sated grunt. It took a moment to get his breath back, find the energy to roll himself over, limbs heavy and lazy with lingering pleasure, and pull Dean close. He whined softly when Dean leaned away enough to grab some tissues and give them both a half-assed clean-up before settling back in again. They'd need a thorough scrubbing in the morning, but he was content to worry about it later. He sighed soft and happy when Dean just cuddled in close, their legs slotting together so they could be pressed in close.

Castiel enjoyed these moments, relaxing with a pliant, loose-limbed Dean when his omega cuddled closer without hesitation or self-consciousness. He closed his eyes, letting Dean's warmth and scent sooth him back to sleep.

"So," Dean said softly, running his fingers over the back of Cas' hand. He was snugged up tight to Cas' chest, his alpha's soft breaths tickling the back of his neck now and then. He could tell Cas was relaxed but not yet asleep. His thoughts were keeping him up and he knew it was only fair to let Cas know. Besides, he didn't think he could sleep until they talked. Get it out, regardless of the outcome, and get it over with. Even if Cas said 'no' or didn't want to make any decisions right now, he knew Cas wouldn't be mean about it. His alpha was too blunt sometimes but he wasn't ever cruel, not even when he could be.

"So," Castiel said back, kissing Dean's nape, softly dragging his lips over the still flushed skin. Pressing his nose to the warm scent of Dean, content and sated. It was his favorite scent and practically demanded cuddles and sleep. He was blinking slow and long, moments away from sleep. But he knew that tone, the one that said Dean had something weighing on his mind, and fought to stay awake until Dean spoke.

Dean stayed quiet for a long moment, just enjoying the warmth of Cas at his back, feeling the press of Cas' chest against him every time Cas breathed. He sighed softly, relaxing into it now that Cas' breathing was slow and easy.

"What do you really think about, uh, having kids?" he finally muttered, eyes so tightly closed he could see little bursts of light behind the lids. He could feel the way Cas went still, hand squeezing gently before letting go. He didn't know if that was a good surprise or a bad surprise. Cas' scent gave nothing away, still too strong with all the awesome scents that came with sex.

He waited patiently, letting Cas think. It was sort of sudden to bring it up. It wasn't like they'd talked about it seriously and he felt a little bad for springing it on Cas like this... but he knew Cas would want to know, even if it wasn't going to be pleasant. But considering the things Cas had been saying moments ago, maybe it's wasn't as big a shock as it could've been. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn't as impossible as he first thought.

"I do think about it," Castiel admitted softly. He pressed his lips to Dean's shoulder, eyes closing and exhaling slowly. "I think about it a lot, actually."

He wanted it so badly, he ached with it whenever he thought about it, whenever he saw a chubby, pink-cheeked little pup. He couldn't help wondering what his and Dean's would look like. Would they have Dean's beautiful, expressive eyes or his more common blue? His quiet, stern personality or Dean's soft heart and gregariousness? Dean's clever hands and quick mind or his dark hair and propensity for numbers? A perfect mix or something all together unique?

The possibilities kept him quite busy...

Castiel knew he had to put it out there or they'd never resolve this. He held Dean tight, nuzzling his neck gently and wishing his Omega didn't always think the worst, that Dean would be confident and secure in their mating. But he knew it would take time and he would always be there for his Dean, hand outstretched and patient.

"Yes, I want to have kids with you, Dean," he said firmly, unwilling to mix his words. "A pack of our own. When we're ready, of course," he added, voice quiet but sincere. He wouldn't pressure Dean into it but he couldn't keep it from him either. He could only hope Dean was asking because he was interested, maybe even looking forward to it as well. Not anytime soon, of course, but that it was a possibility had him holding his breath and hoping he wouldn't hear Dean say he didn't want that. He wouldn't hold it against Dean, not in the slightest, but he could be honest with himself and admit it would take some time to let it go.

Dean turned in Cas' arms, wriggling and flopping so he didn't get too far away, and smiled widely at Cas. Cas was quick to smile back, like an automatic reflex, and Dean's hands were up and clutching stubbled cheeks. He nodded, throat a little too tight to get the words 'me too' out, but Cas seemed to know what he was nodding about when his eyes went wide and he somehow managed to smiled wider.

He darted forward with a soft sound and kissed Cas, long and deep, leaning back to let a out long exhale in a rush of relief and excitement.

Cas' hands were tight on him but he didn't care because Cas' smile was so big his nose was all crinkled up, eyes practically glowing in the low light of their bedroom, lots of teeth in his gummy smile that made Dean feel weak and very glad he was sprawled out in their bed. He felt practically bubbly as Cas' relaxed, expression soppy and soft. He got comfortable, tucking his head under Cas' chin to splay out across Cas' chest, and sighed happily.

"Me too," Dean was finally able to whisper. Cas just made a sleepy hum, arms tightening around him for a moment. One last sleepy nuzzle at his hair and his alpha went lax and he knew Cas had fallen asleep. He knew they'd talk more later, but right now, he was content to know they were on the same page. His eyes drifted closed and he smiled.

Holy shit, they were really going to do this.