I may or may not do that thing where I have inserted something into this fic...
Whoever can guess who the twins are based on gets an internet cookie.

Dean woke up slowly, rubbing at his temples. The dull ache in his head only increased, causing him to groan. No, it wasn't technically a "real" hangover, but it was enough of one to be a fucking bitch.

"Good morning." Castiel mumbled. Of course, Dean could barely understand what he had said, because his entire face was buried in a pillow. Honestly, Dean wasn't even sure how he was breathing in that thing. It had to be uncomfortable.

"Rise and shine, beautiful." Dean growled, giving him a shove to get him to turn over. Of course, since Dean wasn't feeling all that well and had the luck of the one sock that always ends up at the bottom of the teenage boy's laundry hamper, he pushed too hard.

Castiel almost went toppling off the bed. His eyes snapped open and widened, sensing free fall. He quickly grabbed handfuls of the blankets wrapped around him, pulling at them in attempt to right himself. Dean quickly realized what he had done and tried to help, grabbing Castiel's wings.

Cas let out a small, choked sound of pleasure. Both of them froze, leaving gravity to do it's job.

Dean ended up straddling Cas, legs on either side of him as they gazed into each other's eyes. Cas's back hit the floor hard, but he looked entirely unaffected by the actual falln itself. A small blush rose to Cas's cheeks, and Dean couldn't quite look him in the eye. Somehow, it was a hell of a lot more awkward if it was accidental, and Dean could feel Cas's arousal pressing into his leg.

"So, you want me to... take care of that?" He offered, raising an eyebrow. Castiel, who had before been stony faced, let his lip quirk up just a bit.

"I don't believe we have any time. Anna will be here soon to drag us to get fitted for formal wear. The best chance we have at getting permission for me to go with you is if we impress Uriel. And, that means we can't wear our regular clothing. As much as I loathe to admit it." Castiel grumbled.

"Then it looks like it's a cold shower for you." Dean said, getting up. He was a little hard, too, but it was more his usual "morning wood" than actual arousal. He would be back to normal soon enough, as long as he didn't think about it and got into the shower after Cas.

In the mean time, he wanted to try something.

"Hey, why don't I handle breakfast this morning while you do that?" He offered, gesturing towards the door vaguely. Castiel's eyebrows crinkled.

"Are you certain? I have no problems with fixing food for us." He said. Dean nodded his head, excited at the prospect of cooking for Cas. After all, Cas had done a hell of a lot of cooking for him, so this was his chance to return the favor. "Alright, then. I'm going to go and bathe now."

Castiel puttered off to the bathroom, bare feet making dull thuds against the wooden floor as he made his way there. Dean felt a warm affection go through him as he watched his partner leave.

As soon as Castiel was gone, though, he headed right to the kitchen.

It wasn't as much of a disaster as it could have been.

The eggs were a little crunchy (those shells were soft, though, and Dean wasn't 100% sure he'd gotten them all out in the first place) and the bread was a little undercooked, (and dry- he put in too much flour, but the dough had looked like what Cas had made last time they ate bread) but it was, overall,-

"Definitely not the worst I've ever had." Castiel answered, nodding as he ate the bread. Dean nodded a little, getting the sudden urge to defend himself.

"I'm a much better cook at home. You have to try my burgers, Cas," He said, hoping that Cas would believe him. Castiel just nodded, silently, and ate his bread. There was no more conversation about the food.

The silence wasn't uncomfortable. Dean ate his bread, (which, he reminded himself as he swallowed, could have been much worse, and it was his first time making the damn stuff anyways, so he should be proud) looked around the kitchen, knowing that this would be one of the last times he would see it.

That was a sad thought, actually. He'd grown attached to Castiel's family, his way of life, even his house. A small part of him wished that he could stay with the fae, but he knew it would be too complicated, and he could never leave Sammy like that. Plus, he didn't think he could give up live TV. Because he needed, like, sports and stuff.

Okay, so that was a lie. He had Dr. Sexy set up to record the daily episode while he was at work and made a point of watching it every day. It was his guilty pleasure. Sue him.

"Are you excited to finally get this over with?" He asked, once they were both almost done. Castiel paused, thinking before he answered. His chewing slowed, and his eyes flickered down.

"I'm both nervous and anticipatory. I'm uncertain as to what he'll label as acceptable. If he decides I can't leave with you, I'm here to watch the fight unfold between my friends and the people I had pledged my loyalty to."

"That's... difficult." Dean said, swallowing. He'd never been the best one for advice, but... "Why don't you quit, dude? If you're sure you can't do this job anymore, why don't you just tell Uriel that you'd like to be "relieved of your duties" or whatever?" He asked.

Suddenly, his stomach sank.

Going with him, right now, would be the easiest option for Castiel to take. He wouldn't have to face off against his friends, or quit his job, or stay in the colony through potentially dangerous times. What if... What if the reason he was choosing to come with Dean, didn't actually have anything to do with wanting to stay together?

His stomach did a flip-flop, and he grimaced. Fuck. He was getting all upset just thinking about this.

"If I stay here, I don't want to give up everything. My job, my dedication, has been everything to me. That changed when I met you; you changed me." Castiel said, speaking quietly. Some of Dean's fears simmered down. "You woke parts of me that realized that I still wanted to do things that interested me. I'm... afraid that, if I lose you, that part will slowly disappear again."

"So, you're coming with me because you think I... Make you a better you?" Dean questioned. There was this oddly warm and fuzzy feeling growing in his chest; too sentimental for his usual tastes. Just right for this.

"Essentially, yes. They always say we are not halves, that we don't need someone to complete us. I still believe that to be true. I felt whole before I met you, certainly. But, I count myself a better whole now." Castiel said. Dean felt butterflies explode in his stomach.

"I... Same, dude. I've never felt as good about a person as I do you." Dean said, because he couldn't force the words he really wanted to say out of his mouth. You make me feel valued. Because Dean is a pit of despair and misery and the weight of the world on his shoulders sometimes, and it's nice as fuck to know that someone appreciates him. Somebody feels, well, a better whole, with him here.

That kind of shit can make all the difference in the world.

He picked up his empty dishes, cleaning them in the water bin and leaving them to dry. He ruffled Cas's hair as he walked by, making it's already messy and dampened state worse. Castiel remained still, squinting his eyes at Dean in what Dean promptly labeled, "Castiel Bitchface Edition #1".

"I'll be back after my shower. If Anna gets here early, distract her." Dean said, heading towards the bathroom. Castiel made vague sounds of affirmation behind him, nodding his head absentmindedly. Dean stepped into the shower.

Castiel sat, a warm cup of tea in his hands. Anna had an identical cup clutched in hers, looking impatient.

Her knee bounced as she sat, hunched over. Her face was drawn up into a real smile, eyes glimmering with excitement. Her left hand, empty instead of joining her right wrapped around the warm mug, scratched at the couch.

"Stop that. You're going to uproot it." Castiel said, patting the moss fondly. Anna stopped, sheepishly bringing her free hand to sit across her lap.

"Sorry, I'm just worried that we'll be late. I don't want you two to end up with clothes that make you look stupid. Making a good impression is-"

"Not going to change Uriel's mind if he's intent on saying no. But a good idea." Castiel reminded her. Anna seemed to relax some, taking a deep breath and getting a grip. She smiled a little at Castiel, thankfulness clear in her eyes.

"I'm just a little bit nervous, that's all." She admitted. She looked down, becoming nervous. "I have more power right now than I know what to do with. People are counting on me to organize everyone if things do come down to the worst. I don't think things will get that bad, but... Well, I don't know." She said, sighing.

"If anyone can do it, it's you." Castiel affirmed, nodding. Anna tossed him a small smile, and the excitement was back in her eyes.

"I can't wait to see what you'll look like in formal wear." She teased punching Castiel in the arm. Her tea sloshed a little bit, fat droplets landing on the moss, which greedily soaked it up.

The door made a small click as Dean pushed it open, walking out with his hair dripping. Anna turned, giving Dean a small wave as he stepped out, towel still wrapped around his neck to catch the droplets falling from his hair.

"Hey there. We've been waiting on you. Castiel has been telling me all these embarrassing stories. I have to say, for your sake, I hope they aren't true." Anna teased him. Dean casually flipped her off as he walked by, going into the kitchen. "Seriously, though. We need to go."

"I'll be there in a minute. I need something to drink before we go; I'm thirsty as hell." Dean grumbled.

Castiel felt a small smile stretch across his face. That was one of Dean's quirks; getting something to drink right after he took a shower. If Castiel had to guess, he'd say it was usually a soda or coffee back home, (both of which Dean had told him were addictive, delicious, and must-try for him) but old habits die hard even when they have to be changed to be sustained.

"Hello again." Castiel rumbled when Dean came back out. Dean paused for a moment, most likely considering flipping him off again. He changed his mind last minute and leaned down for a kiss instead, capturing Cas's lips for a few seconds before breaking away.

Dean always tasted sweet. Cas licked his own lips once he had pulled away, hoping to get some of that taste. It was entirely at odds with Dean's personality, and yet, just as addictive to him.

"Time to get a move on." Anna declared, sitting her cup on the table and standing up, stretching her arms over her head until her back gave a loudcrack. She immediately walked to the door, opening it. Castiel stood, too, picking Dean up as effortlessly as ever and going to the door to wait with her.

"Dude, warning." Dean grumbled, wrapping his arms around Cas's neck.

"Okay. Dean, I am going to pick you up." He said, smirking. Dean didn't comment, grumbling a little.

Anna took flight, wings beating against the wind to get them where they were going. Castiel watched her as she went, knowing that she would do just fine.

Anna would make an excellent leader.

When he landed, they were in front of a large shop. There were a few small windows, displaying some fine clothes on mannequins.

He flinched. He hadn't wanted to come to this place; he'd seen the kind of people who walked out, and they always looked ridiculous to him. He would prefer to wear his usual clothes, thank you very much.

Anna walked in like she owned the place, waving hello to someone he couldn't see. They let out a loud and enthusiastic greeting, and Anna's eyes lit up at it. She smiled and began walking towards them as the door shut.

Castiel realized then that Dean was still in his arms. He set the man down, grasping Dean's hand for support. Dean squeezed back, seeming to be a little startled by his forwardness. Cas took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, and he walked through the shop doors.

It was actually... pleasant. The smells were of fresh linen and cotton, the clothes green and dark blue and even a few purples and blacks. As soon as they walked in, a pair of twins came to their side, smirking as they assessed the pair. They shared a look.

"I'll take the tall one." The one on the right said, smirking. In his hands, he held a length of rope with small markings drawn on it. He gave Dean a wink, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away. Castiel let his fingers slide out from Dean's, ignoring the 'Help me now' look he threw over his shoulder.

The other man looped his arm into Castiel's, dragging him back to a second room, hidden by a curtain.

"Take off your clothes. Anything you feel comfortable with being without." He announced, turning around. Which was, by all rights, ridiculous, but Cas still appreciated the gesture.

He stood in only his underwear when the man turned around. His eyes briefly scanned Castiel's body before he immediately went to measuring, whistling as he took down everything.

It wasn't long until he was done. He promptly whisked out of the room, leaving Castiel with instructions to stay there and wait. He came back with a suit of white, pure and simple. It had a blue tie with it, the fabric soft and pliable under Cas's fingers.

"Put this on. Honey, you might want to hurry, too. Your man looks awfully fine in his getup. I wouldn't want you to miss that." He teased. Castiel nodded, immediately getting to work. The idea of seeing Dean in his suit was too tempting to resist.

He looked at himself in a small piece of broken mirror they had up on the wall. He had to admit, he looked good in the suit. The stark white showed off his tanned skin, while the blue tie brought out his eyes. He didn't feel like himself, but at least he didn't look completely ridiculous.

He strolled out of the changing room, scanning for Dean.

He stood on the other side of the shop, top hot slung over his head and a monocle on his eye. He was talking in an accent and moving with exaggerated motions, Anna laughing at his supposed whit. Castiel didn't understand the joke, but he didn't have to.

In fact, he was hardly paying attention to it at all.

Dean looked beautiful. The sight of him in a suit, all dressed up and looking slick, set Cas's mouth watering. He felt his own eyes turn predatory, and he licked his lips.

"If you want, I could make sure nobody comes into the changing room for twenty minutes." The designer whispered, exaggeratedly. Dean, seemingly sensing somebody was looking at him, turned to meet Cas's eyes. He threw a wink over his shoulder.

"No sex in my shop, Henry." The owner reminded his employee, throwing the command over his shoulder as he walked by. Henry chuckled.

"The offer still stands. He's tried to fire me six times. This place wouldn't function without me and Tidus." He said, gesturing towards his brother.

"That won't be necessary." Castiel said. After all, home wasn't that far of a flight.

Dean was first to pounce, which surprised Cas to no end.

As soon as Anna flew away, Cas found himself shoved up against a wall. Dean's lips were pressing, hot and insistent, against his. A tongue traced his lips and Cas's mouth opened.

Cas let out a small moan, legs becoming weak as Dean's tongue caressed his own. His arms wrapped around Dean's waist and pulled him closer, surprised to see that he was half-hard in his jeans already.

"God, do you have any clue how hot you looked in your suit today?" Dean asked, against his lips. "And y ou were giving me the bedroom eyes, Cas. The bedroom eyes."

"You're one to talk." Castiel responded, before sealing their lips again. He ran his hands along Dean's shoulders, cursing the fabric between them.

Dean slowly began to stumble backwards, a goofy grin stretching across his face as he did. They exchanged small kisses as they walked, (okay, more like stumbled) back to the bedroom. Castiel pushed Dean down onto the bed, pulling back and working to get off his pants and underwear.

"Somebody's eager." Dean teased, his own hands going down to grasp his shirt. He tore it over his head, revealing his smooth, pale skin, and Cas's mouth watered at the sight.

Hickeys would look so purple, so dark stretched across those hip bones. He wanted to mark and kiss every damn inch of Dean, no longer concerned with how long it took. In fact, he'd love to spend the rest of the day dragging this out, hands all over Dean, everywhere but where it really mattered, tongue tracing lines...

"C'mon, Cas," Dean complained, patting the bed with his hands. He was fully unclothed, cock hard and curved seductively towards his stomach. Castiel's mouth watered. Right now, he needed to see Dean's lips part and his head tilt back in pleasure.

He slunk forward, climbing onto the bed. He shoved Dean up higher, manhandling him into position. Dean let out a delicious moan into his mouth, hands immediately finding purchase in his hair. Castiel pressed a quick kiss to his lips, Dean trying to follow as he pulled away. Cas put a hand on his chest, persuading him to stay still.

Dean looked down with wide, curious eyes. Castiel returned his gaze with smoky assurance, slowly beginning to sink down his body. One of Dean's hands stayed in his hair and the other propped him up as he realized what was going to happen, wanting to be able to see what Castiel would do.

Cas left a small trail of kisses in his wake, pressing them sloppily against Dean's skin. He watched as Dean squirmed, letting out small gasps, his muscles jumping whenever Cas's mouth moved further down.

He peppered small pecks all along his stomach and torso and thighs until Dean was quivering, the tip of his dick leaking precum onto his stomach.

"Cas, c'mon, please," He begged, giving Cas's hair a light tug. Cas decided to take mercy on him, slinking up and wrapping his lips around the tip. His tongue traced the slit and Dean made a sound of startled pleasure, the hand in Cas's hair tightening it's grip.

Cas sank down, so that the head of Dean's cock was as far back as he could get it without trying to deep throat. He began to bob his head slowly, tongue flicking along the underside and tracing veins as he did.

Dean reached down with his free hand and stroked along the top of one of Cas's wings, fingers making a beautiful pattern of pleasure. He lifted his wing further towards Dean, allowing him a couple more inches of space to run his fingers through.

Castiel let out a moan, and Dean's hips gave a small thrust upwards. Cas almost choked, but he had to admit that he sort of liked knowing that Dean was that desperate.

"God, Cas, please... Do something, man." He begged. Castiel had a feeling that Dean didn't even know himself what he wanted Cas to do; Cas felt euphoric knowing that he had that kind of affect on him. He pulled off his dick with a wet pop.

Dean's face fell.

"Don't worry. I'm going to go and get the lotion. I want to try what you did last time." Castiel informed him, slipping off the bed to grab the container. He noticed with a frown that it was almost empty. He didn't care much, though; after all, they had enough for tomorrow. If all went well, that would be all that they would need.

Castiel unscrewed the lid.

"You want to ride me?" Dean questioned, swallowing. Castiel smirked at just how wrecked his voice sounded; all sexed-out and steamy. If Dean sounded like that all the time, Castiel knew he would be walking around constantly hard.

"Yes. Would you like to do the honors?" Castiel asked, gesturing towards the bottle. Dean nodded his head, a cool smile appearing on his face as he did.

"It's only fair, since you got to torture me with that blowjob." Dean teased, holding out his hands for the bottle.

Cas climbed onto the bed and they switched positions, Cas's legs spreading,leaving him exposed. Cas fought the urge to squirm, relaxing the best that he could.

Dean pressed kisses into his thigh as the first finger probed at his entrance.

Cas relaxed as Dean's finger slipped in, by now used to the uncomfortable sensations. It wasn't long before a second finger was added, both of them slowly scissoring in and out of Castiel in small, stretching motions.

Dean's other hand tangled in his feathers, and Cas's muscles tensed as a wave of pleasure went through him. He bit his lip, lust-blown pupils staring down at Dean's mischievous grin.

Dean's hand worked in Cas's feathers, pulling and tugging and even just gently petting, until they were burning hot with pleasure.

Suddenly, Dean's fingers brushed against that spot inside of Cas, and he let out a moan.

Dean's grin got wider, his hands working harder in Cas's feathers as his fingers continued to mercilessly drill Cas's prostate, a third added as Cas's moans and squirms alerted him that he was ready. Cas's hips bucked down onto the fingers, Cas unable to help himself as the pleasure became overwhelming.

It spiked as his wings fluffed, yellow powder coming out in hand fulls as Dean continued to play with his feathers. Castiel let out a shout of Dean's name, and Dean let out a moan in return. His wings twitched as his body expressed it's gratitude, filling his every cell with pure pleasure.

Dean brushed against his prostate one last time, giving Cas a small kiss on his thigh as he did. He pulled out his fingers, leaving Cas feeling empty and open.

"Hurry up." Castiel demanded, immediately getting up to switch positions again. Dean laid back, sitting up and propped up against a pillow, body curved just enough to give Cas room to work. Cas crawled up and kissed him again, unable to ignore the temptation of Dean's plump lips.

"You'll want to go slow. This'll probably feel different than usual." Dean warned. Castiel rose his hips and lined Dean up, placing him at the rim. His hands moved to grip Dean's shoulders as he slowly began to sink down, savoring the burn of muscles as he went.

He closed his eyes against the feeling, relishing being full. Dean was giving little gasps into his ear, urging him on with small, choked-off moans. Castiel bottomed out and let out a sigh, head tilting back.

Dean leaned forward and pressed kisses into his skin, his hands moving to grip Castiel's hips with trembling fingers. He started mumbling small, nonsense words of praise, "so good" and "perfect, Cas," among them.

Castiel shifted his hips, noting the differences. It still felt the same, but he felt a little more in control. He could go as fast as he wanted or as slow as he wanted, and Dean would love every minute of it.

Cas slowly raised his hips up, looking down to meet Dean's eyes. He paused for a few seconds, letting the anticipation build. He dropped back down all at once, watching Dean's face contort in pleasure, spewing nonsense about how amazing it was and how beautiful Cas looked.

He soaked up the attention like a sponge soaked up water.

He moved a little slower next time, adjusting the angle as he worked. Dean's head came to rest on his shoulder, moving up and down as Dean let out sounds of pleasure. Dean's hips began to move in synch with his, small thrusts upwards that Castiel loved. In this position, he could properly see everything Dean was feeling and thinking.

"You're so beautiful." Castiel said himself, hips moving faster and faster. He shifted the angle a little bit, gasping out in pleasure as Dean brushed against his prostate. Dean's hips snapped upwards after that, ramming into it. Castiel hissed, his cock throbbing. He closed his eyes, taking a few seconds to compose himself.

He moved a little faster, focusing on Dean's fingernails pressing small crescent moons into his hips. He hoped that they stayed there forever. He hoped that he would always look down and remember how Dean's hands had guided his hips, how Dean's back had arched, the way Dean's mouth looked as he said Cas's name with such desperation and adoration.

The fire in his stomach couldn't stop building. His entire body now felt warm, so warm... He felt his pleasure spike, and looked down to see that Dean's hand had wrapped around his cock, pumping and twisting just right, in time with Castiel's movements.

"Dean, you-I-" He started. Dean cut him off with a quiet, shhhh.

"It's alright babe, I got you." Dean encouraged, pumping faster. His thumb swiped over the tip of Cas's dick, hand seemingly unbothered by the differences. He pumped a little faster, squeezed a little harder, and Cas was hanging on for dear life.

"You can let go." Dean told him, kissing up his neck and to his ear. He placed a small peck against Cas's ear, whispering into it, "You can cum, Cas. I've got you."

He brushed up against Cas's prostate one last time, and Cas was tumbling over the edge.

Cas stopped moving, mouth going slack as his muscles contracted around Dean. Dean let out a long moan, his own thrusts increasing. Castiel was in a daze of pleasure; his cock spasming, sending rivets of cum down onto Dean's hand. He let out long moans of Dean's name, panting and squirming and thrusting as much as he could.

Dean flipped them over easily, giving Castiel some relief. He continued to go, hammering into Cas's sweet spot, spikes of pleasure still coming even in orgasm. Cas felt tears well up in his eyes at the way his body was singing, Dean's name falling from his lips over and over again.

Dean reached his climax towards the end, spilling into Cas with a loud groan. Castiel's body felt numb as the pleasure began to subside, his head clearing and his muscles relaxing as he finally regained the ability to think.

He raised a hand to Dean's back and ran his finger down along Dean's spine, causing Dean to give a shiver of pleasure at the light touch.

"I love you." Castiel said, his voice a rumble in Dean's ear.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before." Dean replied, honestly. Castiel gave a pleased hum, wrapping his arms around Dean's torso and pulling him close.

He wrapped his feathers around the two of them, looking down at Dean with love. His wings created a wall between them and the world, seeming to protect them from everything else. He would stay like this forever; Dean, wrapped up in him, the two of them in their own little paradise. It would be so easy to just love and be loved, and let everything else go.

"We should go to sleep now." Dean mumbled, scooting closer. Cas's head fit perfectly in the place between his chest and shoulder, and he nodded. "We have to get up early and go get the suits."

Castiel mentally groaned. They had some slight adjustments to make to them, which meant that the suit Dean had worn would be even more well-fitted. He would have to control his libido the entire time. He buried his head in Dean's shoulder and grumbled his opinion into Dean's neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Dean said, making it clear that he didn't actually know what Cas had said. Castiel pulled his head back, eyes squinting at Dean. Dean looked over at him and he laughed, eyes crinckling as he expressed his joy. Castiel felt the warmth grow in his stomach, like a million butterflies.

God, he loved this man.

"You're absolutely impossible to deal with." He said. Dean, in response, leaned over to press his lips softly to Cas's. Castiel felt himself melt, tension draining even more than it had been before. Laying here, in this practical paradise with Dean, he could hardly imagine anything bad could happen tomorrow. His nerves, previously frayed, seemed to have been fixed for the time being.

In that little paradise, they both drifted off to sleep. Nothing felt dangerous, nothing felt wrong, and Castiel just knew that everything tomorrow would be just fine. He would go back with Dean, live with the humans, and be happy.

Everything would be okay.