It's the twenty-eighth of October, and the Doctor had just made a very hard decision. He pushed himself away from his desk and sighed. His eyes drifted shut and his head tilted back as he thought. How was he supposed to do this? He hoped he actually could follow through with this decision. But then he remembered he was the Doctor and he was supposed to do this... But this was the most important thing to him. This was-

"Doctor? What are you doing?"

He opened his eyes and he was met with an adorably confused face staring down at him. Castiel always looked adorable, though. He smiled softly, and picked his head up, "Nothing, Cas."

The Angel watched him turn his seat around to face him, and he smoothed his vessel's features. He inspected the Doctor for a moment. He looked tense. They were silent for a few moments, then the Time Lord spoke up.

"Castiel." The younger looking man said softly, reaching out and running his fingertips along the curve of the other man's relaxed index finger, along where finger met thumb before taking his hand in his own. He squeezed his hand, and felt one back.

"Doctor, are you alright?" He asks, not as hushed. He's a bit blunt about it, actually. The Doctor chuckles.

"I'm fine. Just fine." He said, standing up and looking into those beautiful blue eyes, "Come along, angel."

"Where are we going?"

"To the bedroom."

It was not the whole "clothes strewn across the room" or "rough, heated passion" thing. It was soft, gentle, silently communicating while they slowly shed each other's clothes. They explored each other; bodies, minds, soul and Grace. It's hot and both of them are gasping as the Doctor moves his hips, Castiel clinging to him and whispering in Enochian. The Time Lord is floored by what the Angel was saying, begging, and it encouraged him to work harder. He'd managed to coax wings to out fold from his back, and having his hands in them made him feel electric.

Castiel was sensitive and trusting the whole way, feeling safe in the Time Lord's arms. He let himself feel everything all at once. The lips on his neck, harsh breath against his collarbone, the buzzing heat in his lower abdomen as they moved together. He let his Grace dance throughout their bodies, hearing how loud the Doctor got every time it touched certain spots. When they came together, Castiel dared to scream out the Doctor's real name, and that made his hearts skip a beat. That was the most intimate they'd both ever been, and they were connected forever from that night on. They both knew it, too.

As they laid together after, both of them tired and hoarse, they were silent. They were at complete peace. Their hands intertwined and they breathed slowly, looking into each others eyes. They were covered by the same sheet, and Castiel scooted just a bit closer. He set his hand free hand against the Doctor's bare chest and his hands started to glow, letting his Grace flow through the younger looking man, who gasped softly. Doctor moved closer and connected their lips. He wanted this to last forever. He felt completely complete.

"I love you, Castiel." He whispered after they'd parted, not being able to stop himself. He got a soft smile before the angel's hands stopped glowing and he was being kissed. That night, Castiel pretended to sleep, with his head listening to the unintelligible song that was the Doctor's hearts beating.