Sam went to the office that night, after his function. Gabriel decided to go with him, for reasons Dean did not want to think about. He could still hear Gabe in his mind from two years ago saying, "Can you imagine the fun you can have with a desk and a blowjob?"

Luckily, Castiel got to stay. And Dean, who had gotten a job at a garage, was on his day off.

And they were holding each other, kissing long and slow, and Dean was on top because Castiel got upset when Dean went limp and demure beneath him. He grinded his ass down on Cas's hard-on and that felt so fucking good.

They groaned together and Dean sucked in a deep breath, rolled them over, and then wrapped his legs pointedly around Cas's waist.

There was a moment where Cas just blinked down at him. "Dean…?"

"Do me."

"What?"

"Cas, I'm ready – I'm ready like fucking yesterday, like a century ago!"

"Tonight?" Cas's eyes were the size of saucers. It was so amusing that Dean couldn't help but grin.

He had that effect on Castiel, no one else. Michael, he had always looked so calm and collected in everything they had done – but this was Castiel and even if he wasn't exceptional at baring his soul, there were still those times where he reacted comically.

Like now.

He swallowed thickly and Dean followed the bob of his adams apple. "Right now?" Cas asked again.

He hadn't acted like this the last time they had tried to have sex, but, then again, that had been awhile ago. That had been before they had realized just how much being with Michael had screwed him up. Now it was time for round two and maybe they were both a little nervous.

It was kind of like being a virgin all over again and Dean couldn't even remember that time in his life when he wasn't sexually active.

"Yeah, Cas, right now sounds like a good time, don't you think?"

"… Like this?"

"Hell yeah!" He rolled his abdominal muscles and that caused some delicious friction between them. "I want what you've got, baby, I want it in me, I want you on top of me… Watching me watching you…"

He was having so much fun with this. Michael hadn't appreciated dirty talk, he had appreciated submission and silence. He had wanted everything done perfectly.

With Cas, nothing had to be perfect. Neither of them wanted it to be perfection. Cas would be happy with weird and Dean would be happy with anything as long as he had his newly formed, quirky family.

Besides, Cas so definitely loved it. Even if he did choke on his spit and give Dean a "what the Hell are you saying" look.

"You wanna make love? Put your love in me and I'll scream for you, I'll rock your fucking world – and you're going to adore me just for what I'll make you feel…"

"Oh, Dean," Cas groaned, and Dean was proud to feel a shudder run through him, "I already adore you. I love you, Dean…"

He smiled and kissed Cas soundly. "I love you too, baby. Now do us both a favor and pop my cherry, would ya?"

"Cherry…? Oh."

"Yeah, Cas. Oh."

That was the breaking point for Cas, he guessed.

It was like a waterfall coming over him, everywhere, unstoppable. Hands were up his shirt, one up his sleeve, and Cas was grinding back down into him. Lips were on lips and that was… surprisingly gentle, compared to the animalistic pawing going on between them. Tongues were inquisitive between soft mouths and their mouths came together and apart with little gasps as fingers encountered sensitive spots and nether regions found a good pace.

"Dean…"

"Y-yeah?"

"Why are you wearing so many clothes?" As if Dean had done it on purpose. Cas looked down at him with all the desperation of a man in the desert unable to get to water. "Please stop, Dean, it's not fun anymore."

He grabbed onto the lapels of Cas's trench coat – the same one from all those years ago. There was no getting rid of it. "That goes both ways, baby." He leaned up till his teeth nipped at the officer's ear lobe. "Tell you what… You strip me and I'll strip you, fair?"

"I couldn't imagine a fairer way."

"Good."

But it was obviously unfair. They tumbled across the bed, trying to get each other naked, and it became a race to the finish line. Dean was down a shirt and Cas was half-naked.

Somehow, though, Cas still won and Dean was left looking owlishly down at his own nude body. "How did you do that?"

Cas gave him one of those rare deviant smirks that made Dean want to beg. "I have skill."

"So do I, but you're still not naked."

"You should remedy that." Which Dean did. Immediately.

They rolled another time and Dean was on top, thighs spread over Cas's waist, and the officer still had a hand over his shoulder, fitting perfectly over the handprint-shaped tattoo. Like they were one and the same.

Dean stared down at Cas, at his lover, and he didn't know what to do first. He had all this freedom and the vantage point and… it was exciting. Fuck, but it was an adrenaline kick throughout his whole system.

He reached behind him and petted Cas's half-hard length. "Do you want me, baby?" He rolled his tongue over his lips, grinning as Cas followed the motion with hungry eyes. "Do you want me here, on you, around you? You wanna be in me?"

Cas's hands were bruising his hips. That was a good kind of pain, though. "Yes, Dean, I want to be in you, so very much…" His hips bucked into Dean's hand.

Dean pressed a kiss to Cas's chest. "How bad?" He nipped one nipple and the officer's breath hitched in his chest. Dean traced his ribs with his tongue, wriggling down his body as he went. Cas's cock slid along the seam of his ass before caressing his inner thigh. "Tell me, Cas."

His hands were shaking. Dean's hands were shaking.

Castiel met his eyes with all the love that he could possibly ever need or want, more than he knew existed for him. He was alive and fiery and that was – Dean wanted that. Simple and to the point. "More than anything, Dean. Don't you know that?"

He ducked his head, humbled.

He couldn't think of anything to say to that, so he kept following an invisible trail down Castiel's torso. He stopped at the ridge of one hip, one of Cas's hands over his tattoo and the other petting his hair. "Where do you want my mouth, Cas?"

Cas swallowed thickly. "You know where."

"Yeah, but I want you to say it. Have you ever heard yourself say it? You get low and husky and dark and it's fucking sexy. Say it." He pressed a kiss at the junction between his hips, dangerously close to where they both want him to be, and leered. "Say it, baby."

"My cock… Dean, please, put your mouth on my cock."

Even Dean had to blush. Cas's voice was so damn hot…

And, well, when Cas asked like that, who was he to say no?

They both moaned as Dean wrapped his lips around his lover, sliding slowly down. As he slid back up, he teased his tongue along the head. Slipping back down, he hummed and constricted his throat. Just a few minutes of this and Cas was weeping pre-cum into his mouth, shaking beneath him, and that power was more a high than anything else in the world.

"D-Dean… no more…" Cas wrapped a hand around his jaw and pulled him off his erection.

Dean's lips were bruised and red, a salty trail of pre-cum leaking from the side of his mouth. His pupils were blown wide with lust and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, wanting to taste more of Cas. "Cas…" his voice was hoarser than before and cracked. "I need you."

"I need you too."

Wasn't that sweet? Once upon a time, that had been the kind of sweet Dean hadn't liked, but he'd been deprived of this kind of sweet for too long. And for Cas, with that voice, with that look on his face, it was just right.

Cas rolled them over again (were they still fighting? Dean sure as Hell hoped not) and reached for the bedside drawer. He pulled out some KY and smeared it evenly over two fingers. Dean spread his legs and wrapped his arms beneath his knees, opening himself up.

He did it just to see Cas's nose turn red as Rudolph's. His eyes got wide again and they were nearly black with want. He was focused intently on Dean's entrance. "Dean…" He licked his lips and shuffled closer, between Dean's legs. "What an offer you make."

"You gonna take it or leave it?"

Cas massaged one butt cheek and rubbed his other finger against the small puckered hole. "Take it. I'm going to… I want to take it." He was breathing hard.

Dean was too.

One finger slid in with not too much difficulty. It was slightly awkward, though, and Dean closed his eyes on the vaguely familiar sensation.

"Don't do that, Dean. You said you wanted to watch me watch you. Watch."

He obeyed – and he obeyed because he wanted to. He wanted to watch.

He watched Cas's arm flex, his torso glisten with sweat, chest swell and deflate with every breath and heartbeat. The officer's other hand relocated to his shoulder, over his handprint, and Dean whined low in his throat as, in the exact same moment, Cas struck his prostate with that one inquisitive finger. His eyes were so damn deep, so very blue, and Dean could remember the first time he saw them.

They were so different now… his were too, he guessed. Cas was staring at him differently at least, less with a dull pain and more with passion. That was great, that was the whipped cream on his pie.

He let his legs go to fall on Cas's shoulders. Hands free, he weaved his fingers through Cas's and the other clenched into Castiel's thigh. "Cas…"

Another finger and they scissored inside of him.

Castiel nearly bent him in half getting a kiss.

A third finger.

Dean groaned and his eyebrows furrowed. That felt… good and bad. Cas was slicked up enough to take away the edge of pain, but there was discomfort. Then Cas hit his prostate again and the world was right in every way possible.

He gasped into Cas's mouth and bucked back onto his hand. His belly clenched and crescent-shaped scratches formed on the officer's thigh. His hand was white-knuckled in Cas's hand. "Cas… Want you now."

"Dean?" So many questions were put into his name. "Are you sure?" "Are you ready?" "Are we ready?" "Do you really want this?" "Do you really want me?"

"Want you in me, Cas… Want it so damn bad, I'll die if you don't fuck me now."

"Dean…"

"Make love to me. Is that better?" Dean laced his fingers behind Cas's head, holding them close. "Now? Cas, you."

Their eyes clung to each other as Cas slipped his fingers free and slicked up his length. His other hand was on Dean's hip, holding gently.

The crown of Castiel's cock pressed against his entrance, not entering yet but close. Castiel pressed a kiss to his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his mouth. Tongues battled. "I love you," he whispered, right before he began pushing.

Dean groaned. "Love you… Love ya too…" He clawed at Cas's shoulders, throwing his head back as the officer filled him fully. "Fuck, Cas!"

They panted as Cas paused, so hot and hard inside of Dean it hurt and in the best way imaginable. "Cas, you gotta move… You've gotta… Cas?"

Castiel stared down at him with more than love. "I'm inside of you…"

He mustered up a grin with all the shaky nerves he could gather. "Yeah, you are."

"God, Dean, you feel amazing."

He rolled his hips and they both gasped. "G-good to know."

"And now…" Cas looked at him with his half-smirk, half-deviant leer. "Now I'm going to make you scream, just like you want me to."

They kissed long and deeply. "That's what I want to hear, baby."

~::~

The door slammed open and shut. From his position in the kitchen, drinking beer half-naked, Dean could hear his brother and Gabriel arguing – or, well, Sammy arguing and Gabriel defending his case.

He went tense as a deer caught in the headlights and looked down at his unwashed self. Fuck!

"I didn't know you were serious!" Sam hissed.

"Why wouldn't I be? I was serious the last time I stepped into your office, why not this time?" Gabriel, on the other end of the spectrum, sounded too damned happy with himself.

Dean took a long swallow of his alcohol. The voices were getting closer and the only way of escape was past them. This was going to get ugly.

"Oh, I don't know, Gabriel, because I was having a video conference this time?" Dean could only imagine Sam's bitchface.

"Who has a video conference at two in the morning, kiddo? Honestly?"

"I do! What's your excuse for doing… doing that?"

"That dude was totally hitting on you."

He heard Sam snort. "That's your reason? He lives all the way in Scotland, for crying out –" Sam stepped into the kitchen and Dean hesitantly waved his bottle in greeting. The younger brother flushed darkly. "Uh, Dean…" His gaze flickered everywhere but at him. "I see that, um, everything's good between you and, er, Cas…"

The hickeys were one thing, he was sure. The bruises that were just barely showing above the waist of his jeans were another – and he could only imagine how his face looked, all bruised lips and dreary eyes. But then there was the fact he hadn't even rinsed off after everything with Cas.

There was a trail of dry white cum halfway around his belly button and, quite frankly, he smelled like sex.

He glared at his beer. He was never going to live this down. But, for whatever reason, he had kind of assumed that they wouldn't be coming back tonight. He wasn't sure where else they would go, but, damn it, that's why he shouldn't assume.

Gabriel slithered in around Sam and perched himself against his lover. "Don't you look like you've been having fun tonight~ and I thought you two would never get down and dirty."

Dean glared at him. "Shut up."

"Uh, Dean…" Sam was looking at him out of the corner of his eye. "Are you okay?"

He thought about it. Usually, he'd just say he was "okay", even when he was at his worst, but… "Yeah, I am." He offered a tired smile. "I'm great, I'm peachy."

He actually was too. He was down here drinking, thinking about the Master he had once had and the man he had now, but he wasn't doing badly. He was comparing these two guys in his head, the one who used him and the one that loved him.

Cas was definitely winning out.

"Then what are ya doing down here with lover boy… not with you?" Gabriel pointed out lightly.

He shrugged. "Thinking."

"… About?" Sam prompted.

Dean glared at him. "Does it matter?"

"Yes," Sam and Gabriel said together.

Dean raised an eyebrow and Sam gave the smirking Gabe his best bitchface.

"Listen, guys, I'm fine, really."

"I don't know, Dean…" Sam furrowed his eyebrows at him. "You seem a little off."

"I just had full on sex for the first time in three years, so, yeah, I'm a little off." Wait, that wasn't the way to go about this, was it? He rubbed his face. "Sammy, trust me on this. I'm really okay."

He was just restless. Michael and Cas were chasing each other through his head. But he was honest to God happy.

"Yeah, Sammy, trust him on this." Gabriel caught Sam by his waist and spun him around, giving him a quick kiss. "Let's have table-sex. We haven't done that in months."

Dean cursed and leaped away from the kitchen table. "Dude! I did not want to know that!"

"Then go see your Cassy and leave me to molest your brother!"

Sam flushed red again.

Dean paled white as a ghost. Then turned red. "I did not need to hear that!" He stalked away from them and stormed up the stairs back to his and Cas's bedroom. "Keep it down, why don't you?" He shouted back to them.

He heard them bicker before he slammed his door shut behind him.

"Dean…?" Cas sat up in bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. He looked curiously to his side then back up at him. "Where were you?"

He looked so sexed out and bleary that Dean's heart gave a needy tug. Without really thinking about it, he dove into bed and crawled up into Cas's lap. The officer wrapped an arm around his waist and held him firmly and Dean slid the jean-covered cleft of his ass over the limp member beneath the blanket.

"Just downstairs, drinking a beer."

"Mm… You should have woken me up, I would have joined you…" Dean gave him a hard look and he stared innocently back at him. "With juice, Dean."

"Damn straight with juice."

Cas pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

Beneath them, the sounds of – and Dean shuddered in horror – table-sex could be heard.

Apparently, they had made up. A part of Dean wished they had just kept fighting. A larger part of him was just happy that it didn't come to shouting.

"Couldn't sleep?" Cas asked.

He shook his head and smirked. "You should really help me out with that." He rolled his hips and Castiel let loose a tired groan. Dean bit his bottom lip. "Need to tire me out, baby."

They grinned at each other as Cas rolled them over. The blanket flowed off of him and, wow, Dean was coming out on top now! He at least was still wearing his jeans.

Cas noticed it too. "Always the clothes with you… Why, Dean, why? Is this punishment for something?"

"Hell yeah!" He arched his hips off the bed so Cas could strip him. "It's punishment for not doing this to me sooner." He kept his tone light, though, so Cas wouldn't take him seriously.

Sooner might have been good – just as good. But no way in fuck would it have been better.

Cas rubbed his fingers into the stains on Dean's abdomen. Down below, Sam cried out and Cas's eyes flickered with realization. "Dean, did they see you like this?"

He turned dark red. "Shut up and do me."

They kissed again, longer this time. "My pleasure."

Author's Notes: This doesn't seem like the right way to end it, but I have no clue how to. There might, might not be one more chapter. I feel like there should be more…