Chapter 1: Answering a Prayer

Dean's eyes blurred as he stared blankly at the open laptop screen.

"Hey- you want anything?" Sam asked keys of the Impala in hand. "I'm gonna get some food."

"Yeah- cheeseburger."

Sam's massive shoulders shook in exasperation, "Why do I even bother asking?" He said more to himself than his brother.

"I have no idea," Dean replied, eyes still fixed on the laptop.

"All right, I'll be back in a bit." Sam snagged his jacket and cell phone before leaving the room. The door closed silently behind him.

Dean's emerald eyes finally gazed upwards and over the closed door, frowning. Sam sure was making a lot of trips out lately, he thought. What was that about? Dean tried not to dwell on it but he couldn't help himself. Last time Sam went MIA on his little trips out and about, it was because he had that demon bitch Ruby stashed away nearby. But she was dead and gone.

So what was it now, he wondered curiously. Maybe it was just the appeal of alone time, he thought with a vague sense of hope. He suddenly imaged Sam alone, driving the Impala, listening to his pansy ass music from his ipod playlist.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Some friggin alone time," he said out loud in disgust, entertaining the thought since it was better than secretive, possibly dangerous Sam.

The case they had been working on finished yesterday, now the boys were back to square one. Newspapers, Internet, television… anything with a possible supernatural element to it for a job. This time last year they faced the end of the world and big bad Lucy sprung from Hell. They were pretty busy with the end of everything and angels looming over their heads.

Now with the end of days diverted and the majority of the angels gone- all was back to blissfully, boring normal for the Winchester boys. Well, at least normal for them, he thought dully. He could only wish the same for him though, except he had not gone back to his regular womanizing, hard-liquor binging, junk-food eating self. Dean had changed a lot since last year- with everything that happened…

He sighed, rubbing his large, calloused hands over his face and short cropped hair. He still hadn't figured out if he had changed for the better or worse.

His mind began to drift in the silence of the room. He thought of demons, Sam, battles, monsters, angels… his angel, Cas. Lately he couldn't pull himself away from imaging Cas. What he was doing in Heaven now that he wasn't on earth hanging out with them as often? How was he doing? Was he was all right?

The feathery, winged, handsome bastard had stopped talking to them on a regular basis and it was pissing Dean off. Damnit, he thought, Cas should be telling them what was going on. Not keeping them in the dark. They had grown close the past few months and the least he could do was show up time and again. A status update at least. But no, Cas had forgotten all about Dean Winchester.

He missed the ass-butt. Damnit, Cas was unbelievably hot. Sexy too, Dean though grudgingly. Cas had that deep, gruff voice that made his skin vibrate whenever he spoke.

The minute he first met Cas, he was in absolute terror and awe. A powerful, angel of the Lord had ripped him from Hell and stood before him, invincible. And all Dean could think about was how beautiful those clear, cold blue eyes were and the way he gazed at him. Cas captivated Dean the moment he walked through those warehouse doors. Dean just hadn't realized at the time how much at the time.

The angel was unknown to him, dangerous and yet strangely alluring. Dean had never felt any sexual urges before in his life for another male, except this angel. The all powerful, mighty angel made him hard as a rock. He decided that Cas was the exception to the rule of no guys.

When their relationship started to grow and Dean began to understand Cas a little more, the less scary and intimidating he seemed. He was kind of a nerdy, holy tax accountant with no social skills and bad personal space. And Dean also realized even after Cas's threat to send him back to Hell, Cas would never, ever hurt him. Cas protected him and Sam. He seemed to cherish their relationship too.

Now he never saw Cas. Dean missed his angel. His angel, he sighed heavily again, feeling the pang of hurt twinge his belly. Just thinking about those incredible blue eyes, his supple mouth, lean and toned body made his heart flutter and a tingle rush from his stomach to his groin. Damn, he wanted to screw that angel. He wanted Cas- rough and hard. He didn't want to show any mercy or get any mercy in return. It would be all or nothing for Dean if he ever got to have his slice of angel cake.

The thought of thrusting himself deep into Cas made his skin warm and pulse skip. The arousal between his legs felt thick and heavy as it pressed demandingly into the fly of his jeans. He took in an unsteady breath, letting the heady sensation grow and build.

He thought of all the things he would do with Cas and how he wanted to take him. He wanted him so badly it hurt. Cas would never do anything sexual with Dean. He was a friggin angel after all. Cas had more important things to do than help out his sexually frustrated friend down on earth.

He titled his head back against the chair, waiting for his arousal to fade on its' own. Cas, Dean thought to himself, I want you- I need you- just for a night, Cas- let me have you.

Suddenly a flurry of noise erupted Dean from his thoughts. He gazed up from the chair, his eyes following the sound of flapping wings.

A man, dressed in a beige trench coat and suit stood by the door, looking winded and disheveled. It was Cas. He usually neat hair was messy and wind-swept. His bright blue eyes were alert and wide as his eyes caught sight of Dean.

"Dean…" Cas's deep, resonating voice sounded in the room.

"Cas- what the Hell are you doing here?" Dean shot out, suddenly sitting up straighter in his chair to ease the strain in his jeans. Why was Cas here? Shouldn't he be in Heaven somewhere? Dean panicked, fearing the worse at seeing the angel's sudden presence in his room. Usually when something bad or already bad has happened, Cas would appear bearing the news.

Cas seemed out of breath when he huffed out, "I heard you…"

"What?" Dean asked confused and starting to get alarmed. He got to his feet- mentally preparing himself for a battle or attack, "You heard me?"

"Yes," Cas said and began moving towards him. The intent determination on his face made Dean step back, his panic growing. He'd never seen Cas so edgy or anxious before.

"What are you doing?" Dean said trying to conceal his fear with a roughness to his voice.

"Answering you prayer, Dean." Cas said as he with a finality that made him shudder. Dean swallowed the lump that suddenly clogged his throat. For a moment, Dean felt the urge to run. But where was he gonna run that an angel couldn't follow?

He stiffened, "What prayer?"

Cas stopped right in front of him, invading his personal space yet again. His blue eyes seemed brighter than he remembered. "I heard you're prayer… Dean." Cas spoke slowly, his sensual voice warming Dean's skin all the way down to his toes. "I'm here to answer your request."

Request? Dean stared at the obscenely handsome man before him, trying desperately to think past how wonderful it was seeing Cas and to the request he supposedly asked of him. But he couldn't. His mouth felt dry and his limbs heavy. It was Cas. Finally.

"Aren't you suppose to be in Heaven right now?" Dean countered- stalling.

Cas leaned closer, "You are more important, Dean."

The proximity of Cas made him want things, unbelievable, wicked things from the angel. Dean ached to rip off his trench coat, his fingers itched to tear off his shirt and tie. To feel that bronze naked skin beneath, those hard rippling muscles hidden underneath, to suck on his pert nipples...

Dean's erection sprang to life becoming unbearably hard between his legs as he gazed turned heavy and heated. "Cas…" he whispered out trying to sound authoritative, but it came out weak with desire.

"I'm here to give you what you want, Dean…" Cas said thickly, his own eyes trailing over Dean's parted lips. "You're night with me…"

His words trickled into his consciousness, rending him speechless from the sensual haze he felt from Cas. Did Cas want him just as much? Did his angel feel the same desire piercing through him now? Cas had heard his prayer?

"Cas… do you want this too?" Dean asked, unsure if he'd care either way if Cas wanted it. Because if Cas was willing to give him a night- then Dean planned on taking it greedily.

Cas reached for him, "Yes- since I pulled you from Hell and touched you're soul, Dean. I've wanted you…"

Before Cas could continue Dean stopped him with a raw, needy kiss, his hands gripping the back of his neck and head, holding him against him. His lips were urgent and demanding. With a weak, helpless groan Dean drove his tongue into Cas's mouth, tasting him.

Cas met him with equal ferocity and need. When their tongue found each other, Dean sighed, realizing that Cas spoke the truth- that he wanted to be here, with him.

Feeling suddenly weak-kneed and limp at the realization, Cas became the aggressor and took control. Tugging loose his tie, Cas shrugged off his coat between frantic kisses. Dean quickly pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor along with his boots and jeans. His gun, tucked away in his pants dropped heavily to the ground, along with Cas's tie and suit.

Naked, flesh on flesh, the two stumbled to Dean's bed. Dean felt his cock ache deliciously when Cas's hard body rubbed against him. A shiver of anticipation ran up his spine and straight to his cock.

"Cas…" he moaned out when the angel gripped him tightly, bodies hot and heavy, sliding off each other on the bed. His mouth closed over his, wild and desperate. He kissed with all his pent up passion and raw desire. When he drew back, Cas gazed at him through slumberous eyes.

"Dean…" Cas spoke, his lips trailing a hot course down to his neck. "How long have you wanted me?"

Dean hesitated, not wanting to reveal the truth, it felt too vulnerable. "I dunno…" he panted out, rotating his hips upwards to greet Cas's towering erection, which brushed and taunted him.

"How long?" He demanded out as he roughly grasped his throbbing cock in hand and pulled up the length of him. Dean gasped when Cas's thumb slid over the tip of him and pressed into the slit of his head. Precum seeped out making him jerk and writhe uncontrollably beneath the dominating angel. "Tell me how long you've desire me, Dean?" Cas pressed and slid his thumb all over the tip of him. Dean tried to pull his hand away- it was too much, too soon. Cas deflected his hand easily and pinned it down on the mattress.

"The beginning… since I saw you…" Dean finally breathed out, weakly. Cas slowly released his painfully aroused manhood.

He felt Cas's warm, hot mouth find his nipple. He began to suck and tease, doing amazing things with his tongue. Where did Cas learn this? Dean wondered in awe as his lips sucked and teeth gently pulled his sensitive nipple.

Dean glanced down- Cas looked sinfully beautiful, lavishing his tongue and lips over his naked flesh. As he gazed at him disbelief and awe, Cas's hand slid down and grasped him again between his legs, tugging on his erection. A thrill coursed through his entire body.

"Cas…damn," Dean breathed out, whimpering. He was beginning to lose all sense of time and self. He only knew the sensation Cas brought him with the touch of his hands. But he needed more, he wanted more. "Cas…" he begged out.

The angel gazed up at him, blue eyes bright with lust and understanding. He pushed Dean hard into the mattress, his angelic powers radiating from him as he took control of the love making and slid his leg beneath Dean's and caressed his butt. Dean whimpered as Cas pressed an open mouth kiss on his jaw, licking and suckling him beneath his chin.

Cas continued to stroke his shaft, up and down, rough to slow. Dean quivered under him, body tense and on the verge of surrendering to the explosion. Dean reached out and gripped his shoulders and waist as Cas touched the entrance of him. Blue eyes met emerald. Dean saw the burning intensity in those eyes as he took a breath and felt the first thrust into him. He cried out in shock, clutching Cas's body to him.

Cas didn't stop as he pulled out slightly and pounded in with another hard thrust. Deeper this time and hitting the perfect spot… Dean gasped from the new, brilliant sensation coursing through him. Cas, like some god had breathed life into his body. Clutching him close, pulling him tighter, Dean surrendered his body to him. The building in his cock reaching its' peak with every movement of Cas's body. Thrust after powerful thrust. Dean gave into it.

He opened his eyes and saw Cas's own face taunt and on the verge of release. Dean didn't want him holding back. He saw the resistance and restrain in his handsome features. "C'mon Cas…" Dean panted, "I won't break."

Cas's eyes flared open and his angelic powers suddenly surged through him as he drove into Dean. Dean gasped and came instantly, his whole body quaking beneath him as if a thunder bolt had struck him. Wave after glorious wave overcame him. He felt Cas's body tense in that moment as he released and continued to drive in, hips pumping mindlessly, riding out the last of the waves.

After several moments, depleted and exhausted, Cas fell from Dean's embrace and sighed. Dean rolled to his side and rested his face in the crook of Cas's neck, breathing in his scent as his hand traced down his muscled abdomen. Cas pressed his hand into the small of Dean's back, urging him closer.

"That was unexpected, "Cas stated drily.

Dean's chest rumbled with laughter. "Yeah…"

After a few minutes, sleep began to fill Dean's relaxed body and mind.

"Dean…?" Cas asked tentatively.

"Hmm…?"

"May we do this again?" he asked uncertainly making Dean feel a tightness surround his heart.

He opened his eyes, wondering if he wanted to do this again with Cas. Maybe this was a one time thing and he only wanted one slice of the angel cake not the whole thing. Except, once he had a bite… Dean thought of the way Cas took control and dominated him and how turned him on and hard he got.

"If you want to, Cas." Dean said casually, trying to not let his sudden happiness burst from him at the idea of repeating tonight.

"Do you want to, Dean?"

Dean drew back from the embrace to look Cas in the eyes. He looked afraid and yet ready for the rejection. Dean felt a sudden admiration for his angel. "Yeah… I do."

Cas smiled in relief, "I do as well."

Dean swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and smiled at him. "I thought you would. No one can resist The Dean." He said teasingly.

Cas furrowed an eyebrow. "You're very sure of yourself," he commented.

Dean beamed, "I'm Dean Winchester. I survived Hell and back."

Cas looked at him curiously, his hand traced the burned hand print on his shoulder. "Yes- I know."

Dean's smile faded slightly. Cas knew every bad, twisted thing about his life, including his time spent in Hell, how he tortured and mutilated souls, how he had daddy issues and a screwed up life hunting monsters and evil. And Cas accepted this. He accepted all of Dean. His heart twisted painfully in his chest. Dean never experienced love before and if this was it, he wouldn't know but it sure was painful, he thought bitterly.

He refused to over think tonight and decided to just enjoy the time he had left in the arms of his angel. He snuggled closer, Cas also tangling his legs with his, pressing their bodies together on the bed. Dean relaxed his body and felt the drifting of sleep invade his mind as Cas's heartbeat lulled him to sleep.

TBC

**I'm back! I love Dean/Cas too much & couldn't wait to dive into another story with the pair. Plus for all those Sam/Balthazar fans out there (i've created little monsters! hehe)- u'll find out what Sam was up to in the next chapter with a certain hot, British angel. eek! Plz comment & review as always!

~luv kidneythieves

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