After an unbelievably long lecture from Sam and Gabe, the no longer frozen men were sitting up and rubbing their heads. The eldest Winchester was definitely debating giving Cas a lecture of his own - the man had to be a freaking hero - but in the end he figured the near death experience was punishment enough. Everyone was conscious and responding appropriately to mundane questions, even if Dean and Jo were using more curse words than was strictly necessary, and it seemed like everything was back to normal for the moment. Whenever they got a spare minute, he or Sam needed to call Missouri and Ellen to let them know that they were all safe and that they could come home. Right at this moment, Dean really needed to hold his son in his arms and his absence was the only thing that was detracting from an otherwise awesome moment.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as everyone settled into the nearest seat. Sam sat in the large brown recliner and Gabriel had placed himself sideways on his lap, claiming there was room for two even though there clearly wasn't. Jo was cradled into Dean's arm on one side, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping her sane, Castiel was on the other side, his face buried in his hands as if he were trying to convince himself none of it had happened.

"No more dating for you, young lady!" Dean said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Seriously, they'd just beaten a psychotic, evil ghost. They should be celebrating, not looking like they were going to fall asleep where they sat.

Joanna groaned, but everyone else in the room began to laugh a little before it grew into a hysterical cackle that filled the space between them. Eventually, even Jo began to chuckle a little bit. They were all incredibly exhausted from the stress and worry that had built up over the past few days, but the adrenaline was still pumping through their bodies creating a sense of euphoric relief.

"Okay that's it we're all going out for a celebratory dinner!" Gabriel half shouted the words, which caused Sam to jump just a little.

"We don't need to go anywhere for the best, mouth-watering, burgers in town," Sam replied.

"Aww you cook, Sammycakes?" Gabe asked, to which Dean and Jo responded by laughing so hard that they both fell over on to the floor.

"Sam can't boil water without catching something on fire. No seriously, he tried and the stovetop nearly exploded," Jo barked out between laughs.

"That kid can't even make grilled cheese without using magic on it. If it involves anything more than opening or mixing something, he can't be trusted anywhere near it." Dean's face had lit up brighter than Sam had seen it since before Lisa died, so despite his wish not to be ridiculed in front of his new..friend? boyfriend?... he let it go.

"Okay, okay, I think he gets it guys. Gabriel, what I meant was that Dean makes really good burgers, by far the best I've ever had."

"They are good burgers, don't let his rabbit food eating habits discourage you," Dean added, before standing and making his way into the kitchen with Castiel following closely behind.

As soon as they were relatively alone, Dean pushed Cas against the counter and kissed him harder than he'd ever kissed anyone in his life. Their bodies pulsed with an electric energy, pulling and grabbing at every available angle, pleading to be closer. He could feel his resolve to hold back tears of relief breaking, and he knew that if he didn't end this kiss soon, he was going to lose it completely.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" Dean scolded.

Castiel's head turned to the side in confusion, only furthering Dean's desire to take him again. Instead, he took an extra step back and rubbed his temples again with a small sigh. He pulled out the ingredients for burgers and got to work, hoping to distract himself enough to keep him from marching them both straight to his bedroom and locking the door.

Cas was willing and helpful in the kitchen, so Dean let him dice the onion and garlic, he also peeled some potatoes and sliced them into thick steak fries. They worked together seamlessly, moving around one another like a practiced dance, and occasionally ducking in for a small chaste kiss. He caught Cas looking appalled at a very uncooperative potato, and he couldn't help but laugh. With a flick of his wrist and some latin spilling from his lips, he made the pre-cut fries dance the conga on their way to the sink to be washed. Just as he suspected, the scowl of frustration that had marred the handsome face quickly turned to a grin. With a shake of his head and an eye roll, Cas continued to peel the stubborn vegetable, but the grin remained in place.

When dinner was prepared they called everyone in, motioning for them to take their seats as they brought the food over to the table. One large, foil covered plate held all the burgers, while another held the fries and finally there was a small tray with assorted toppings. After he fell into his own chair, Dean watched Castiel's face as he took his first bite, thoroughly enjoying the way that the man's eyes automatically fluttered shut and he moaned around the taste in his mouth. It made Dean's heart skip a beat, seeing the happiness and embarrassment on Cas' face was a fine reward for his efforts.

They all raved about the quality of the food which may have turned Dean a little pink in the face. As celebrations went, it was fairly low key but Dean was enjoying himself and he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. The only thing that could have made him happier was to have the rest of his family there. He really missed Ben. As they ate, they kept up a comfortable conversation. Without any threat imminent and exhaustion still looming, they avoided any serious discussion and kept mostly to random topics and tidbits about each other. It was pleasant and seemed far too intimate for people who'd known each other for such a short time, but it still felt right.

After their plates were cleaned, Castiel reached over to the counter and pulled the re-covered pie pan to the table. Dean smiled sheepishly when Cas noticed the missing piece. Sam and Jo started laughing because they'd known for years that you didn't leave a pie around the oldest Winchester if you planned on keeping it whole.

"Hey! Not my fault! I went to sleep and then woke up with a magic pie sitting on the counter. Who could resist that? Where'd ya'll get it from anyway?"

"I made it while you were sleeping..I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries…" Castiel started but Dean was quick to cut him off.

"Dude, NEVER apologize for making pie!" With that it was settled and Cas sliced the rest of the pie and put it on plates, while Dean pulled a tub of ice cream from the freezer. It was just as delicious now as it had been the night before and he moaned around his fork, earning disgusted looks from both his siblings.

"Again, not my fault. This is what we call a foodgasm, and if you can't handle it you can go somewhere else." He wasn't a bit ashamed of the sound the pie had induced. If anything he was proud. Very few things could elicit such a reaction from him and he was going enjoy it when at all possible. That Cas had gone red and ducked his head in an absolutely adorable gesture at the noise was just an added bonus.

Apparently his siblings weren't going to stick around. Jo picked her plate up, giving Dean a good-natured punch in the shoulder on her way past that gave Dean a flutter of hope that she'd be alright eventually. Sam and Gabriel followed after her, even though Gabe seemed more amused than disgusted by Dean's manners. Castiel was planted firmly on the seat beside him and hadn't made any move to leave. Dean felt the smirk rising on his face and he couldn't help himself.

"So, I take it you don't have a problem with my sex noises?"

"Quite the opposite, Dean. I feel this is my reward for making the pie for you, and I plan on treasuring every sound." The huskiness of Cas' voice in his ear was enough to send blood much further down than his brain. His breath caught quickly and Dean could feel his heart beating through his eardrums when Castiel did move from his seat and instead of leaving he straddled Dean's lap and started kissing a line down the side of his neck.

'"Uh… Cas I..mmm" was all he managed to get out as the other man continued to lick and suck around his collar bone. Dean's hand instantly clung to the back of Castiel's neck when the man's lips moved higher and brushed against the sensitive lobe, pulling it in his mouth. He swallowed hard and tried everything he could think of not to lose his mind. It was like lightning had struck straight into his veins, pumping the blood with raw heat. He'd never wanted something this badly before, with this much fervor. His body was all but screaming for more.

"Bed. Now!" Castiel growled as he rolled his hips forward, causing a delicious shudder from both of them.

Dean pulled his hand and quickly and walked them around to his room, once inside he closed the door and whispered something against it. He wanted privacy and he'd learned early in his life that if he was going to get any, it would have to be magically evening sun skipped through the large glass windows that covered almost the entire back wall. He turned to face the beautiful man, who had arranged himself rather provocatively atop his bed waiting for Dean to close the distance, and he was stunned. His heart sped up so fast that he could feel it pounding in his head again.

It started as a sudden gust of heat, passion, and quick hard pants. Skin touched together in deliciously sinful ways as they scrambled in a playful battle for dominance. Dean's back arched off the bed as the lithe body straddled his thighs and dug in deep against his aching groin. He felt the pool of heat surging faster than ever before as he pumped their hips together once again. Castiel's hands moved quickly to divest himself of the buttoned shirt that covered his chest and Dean watched with a heady lust in his eyes.

Soon he was transfixed by the slow and languid movements of Castiel's writhing hips on top of him. Unable to do much but hold on as they pushed against each other, twisted together in a heated fury. His jeans were so tight now, they were literally busting around the bulged flesh. Cas bent down and scraped his nails across the tightly-toned torso as he pulled the favored shirt up over his lover's head causing a raspy growl to leave the flushed face. Dean's arms reached up, bringing the smaller man toward him quickly and plunging their bodies closer to reclaim those utterly bewitching lips.

The witch swallowed a moan as Castiel sucked his lower lip into his hot, wet mouth. He opened wider, giving full access and it was intoxicating. Their clashing teeth and tongues thrust against one another, causing an even deeper wave of arousal to climb into them both. Dean let his hands move to the brass button of the offending denim that was covering the gorgeous skin that he desperately longed to see, touch, and taste.

Eventually the clasp and zipper gave way to his sweaty hands and he could feel the hardness of Castiel's erection under his grasp. He could have easily gotten carried away, but before he could really begin stroking, the blue-eyed man pulled himself up far enough to shuck the jeans off entirely. He stood there, confident even in only a small pair of boxer briefs and Dean groaned unable to keep his palm from rubbing against the quivering pulse in his own. He moved his fingers swiftly over his own buttons and pulled at them until he managed to mimic his partner and throw the rough fabric against the floor.

Castiel moved gracefully, sliding his body slowly up and leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses along the parted thighs of the man below him. Everything was so rushed, but more than anything he wanted to slow down enough to taste Dean. He could feel a damp spot on the cotton that was covering the hard flesh beneath, making the want a desperate need and pushing any other thoughts to the back of his mind as he mouthed against the last barrier between them.

"Fuck Cas!" Dean growled unable to control himself any longer. The blue in his lover's eyes was now replaced by large, lust-dilated pupils. He had a good idea at what might happen next, and even with his usually plentiful stamina, he wasn't sure he could trust himself to last long enough to finish what he wanted. Even though he knew it was teasing what little restraint he still had, he watched the glimpse of heat in Castiel's eyes as he uncovered the thick leaking cock. That sight alone would have been enough to make anyone crack.

Castiel dipped his tongue against the wet droplet that had made it's way to the flattened muscles of Dean's abdomen. He moaned at the salty taste of cum and sweat before sliding his tongue completely across the throbbing head. He spat on his hand and began to stroke as he licked against the dripping slit, utterly unable to restrain himself any further. He took the head in his mouth and sucked his jaws against it tightly, causing an unintentional thrust beneath him.

Cas pulled off long enough to give a cocky smirk and elicit a whine from his lover, effectively grabbing both sides of Dean's hips and forcing them to still before reclaiming the slicked head with his mouth. He pushed further down this time, wanting more and taking it. He could feel the thick tip sliding to the entrance of his throat and he kept going, his mouth getting more damp with each push leaking down the already glistening cock.

"I'm..Cas! I'm gonna..ungh..

He didn't stop, just kept pushing pleading for more as he tried to crumble Dean's resolve. Cas could feel the man fighting to hold onto the last bit of his restraint, but he wanted to sample his lover's taste again so he pushed further and encased him completely inside his mouth only barely gagging on the thickness of the throbbing tip. His hands purposely left the now nearly bruised hips and let Dean thrust a few times, before feeling the scorching hot orgasm rocket into his throat. He swallowed quickly around the tip causing a shudder to course through them both as his muscles contracted repeatedly against the quivering head.

Castiel stood up and tugged at his boxers, pushing them down in a hurry before climbing roughly back on top of the blissful blonde spread out across the bed. He leaned in for a long and passionate kiss before trailing over to the the pinkened ear and sucking on the lobe, earning him a half giggle, half moan from his bedmate.

"Do you have anything in that little magic book of yours to help you out with this?" He whispered in a rashly deep voice, as he slid his hand across the twitching softness of Dean's expended cock. It was easy for him to feel the smirk of Castiel's smile against his ear as he spoke, so Dean used his weakened muscles to flip them both over and was rewarded with a brief glimpse of surprise on his lover's face.

Dean dipped slowly down the lithe body before sinking his lips into the toned flesh around the prominent hip bones. All he could think of was how beautifully made Cas was, and how badly he wanted to do his own tasting. Dean's tongue slipped up the burning heat underside of the pulsing cock. Castiel let his head fall back in ecstasy but kept his eyes open, unable to find a reason to opt for the darkness behind his heavy lids with such an arousing sight unfolding in front of him.

Dean licked and sucked against the leaking head, but didn't stay there long. Instead, his hand moved over the fully hardened flesh as his mouth pulled in the the sweat-slick orbs underneath. Just as his hand began to quicken it's stroking pace, he stopped and walked over toward the wooden table next to the bed and pulled out a small bottle. He made his way back to the vee of Castiel's thighs and gave him a cocky smirk of his own.

"Turn over, baby, lemme see that gorgeous ass."

Cas obliged immediately and flopped over on all fours, giving Dean perfect access to do anything he wanted. His hands playfully smacked against the plush flesh before him, as he teased a slick finger against the rim. Dean could feel his lover begin to back himself up to get closer, as if he were already willing to beg for it. He slipped a small digit past the tight ring of muscle and was squeezed in further by the backward motion of Castiel's hips. "More! Dean please.."

"Fuck! So tight, Cas, you're gonna have to give it some time." He sunk his teeth into the full right cheek as he dipped in further and was rewarded with a string of curses and stifled moans. Castiel was writhing beneath him, pleading for anything more he could give, so he worked quickly until he was able to slip two fingers inside and could curve them until he hit the magic spot. He read his partner's body well but he waited patiently until he found it. Once he did, Cas jerked wildly and speared himself on Dean's fingers as he ordered him to go harder, begging for it.

Despite the growling requests Dean continued to open him further, knowing it would take more room to accommodate his now fully hard cock. He scissored his fingers and moved against the sides of the tightening hole, working it open as gently and quickly as he could. Castiel, still sure that he was ready for more, continued to drill himself back on Dean's fingers. Eventually the pleasure must have been too overwhelming because he pulled himself off of the plunging fingers and stood up with a scowl.

"I asked for more nicely.. I guess I'll just have to take it," he said with a genuine smile before pushing Dean back down on the bed and straddling his hips. He grabbed the small bottle and squeezed a generous amount over his fingers. He dipped his hand down and coated Dean's thick, throbbing erection before slipping the head in between his open cheeks. He sat down slowly but the burning was nothing in comparison to the amount of sheer pleasure they'd created.

As soon as they both agreed he began to move his hips, rotating them in small circles as he thrust himself down on top of the hard muscle beneath him. Dean caught on quickly and began to arch up and push deeper, groaning in pleasure when they finally caught the perfect rhythm. Heated pants and passionate kisses were shared before the intensity grew even deeper and they were both moaning and calling out names like they were the only two words left in their minds. It didn't take long before Castiel's orgasm shot quickly over Dean's abdomen and he allowed himself to follow after, releasing hard inside the tightened hole and holding the small hips motionless until he could feel it leaking back out over him.

A very sweaty Castiel slumped down on top of him until he gathered the strength to roll over and tuck himself into Dean's side. Both men had radiant smiles pouring out the love and happiness they felt in that moment. Cas wasn't sure what the future would bring, but he'd give up almost anything to make sure that happened again. He was shocked to realize just how attached he'd become in just a few days, but he wasn't going to let it overwhelm him. Finally, he felt like there was a place just for him, and judging from Dean's sleepy smile, he knew the other man felt the same way.

They woke up just a couple hours later to riotous laughter and shared a quick kiss before cleaning and dressing themselves to join the others. It was easy to follow the voices and Dean got a little giddy when he heard the familiar matriarchs' tones blended with the others. He ran the few remaining steps and found himself with an armful of excited four year old.

"DADDY!"

Dean swirled around, squeezing Ben tightly to his chest and very seriously considering never putting him down again. Honestly, he'd missed the kid so much that it felt like a gaping wound in his chest had closed. Ben wrapped his little pudgy arms around his father's neck and held on as tightly as he could in return. It wasn't until Dean heard giggling and felt a finger poke into his shoulder sharply that he loosened his grip.

"Daddy, who's that?"

He honestly couldn't have hid the smile on his face as he twirled around and introduced the two most important people in his life. Castiel seemed a little scared at first but Ben was soon laughing and giggling enough to cause even the most stoic of faces to respond in kind. Dean wasn't happy about letting his son out of grasp so easily, but the smiles were hard to ignore.

The others were already seated around the kitchen table. Ellen and Missouri both stood to pull Dean into a hug as he moved closer, before practically forcing him into a seat between them. From there, he watched as Ben dragged Cas over to the corner to show him some of his toys, and Dean's mood only brightened further when he realized that Jo, Sam, and Gabe had already told the epic, and somewhat hairy, tale of the last couple of days. He hadn't been looking forward to reliving it and was rather relieved that his surrogate Aunts just seemed happy that everyone was okay.

"Cas, come on have a seat…"

The smaller man gravitated toward Dean's side, placing a squirming Ben on his father's lap, and before long Castiel was being treated just like everyone else at the table.. like he was one of them. He'd always have Gabriel and Michael to call on as well, but somehow he felt like this was more than just a family, it was well… everything. Maybe there was some extra magic lingering around the room, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it. If it weren't for Magic and Angels, he may never have found his home.