So this story was a request and frankly, I'm almost out of time. So it might not flow ideally... But it's done! here ya go!

This is the sequel to Christmas Eve, so it'll be a little abrupt if you haven't read that one. Which you probably should (it's not too long) but if you don't feel like it here's the low-down - Cas and Dean realized they were in love on Christmas Eve (thanks to some cleverly positioned mistletoe) and had a romantic Christmas and New Years. So it's an est. relationship.

Valentine's is on a Tuesday this year... but we can just pretend for the sake of Cas and Dean that it's a Thursday.

Valentine's Day.

Morning.

Castiel only had the one frame of reference for Valentine's day - when they had hunted Cupid and ultimately Famine. He remembered being overcome with Jimmy's lust for raw meat, he remembered being violently sick after, he remembered Sam going mental for Demon blood and most of all he remembered Dean looking haunted and hollow at the Horseman's claims that his soul was empty of desire.

Overall, not a great Valentine's.

But he had learned some about the human traditions of the holiday. Except what day on the calendar it marked. Human days seemed so many to him then, that they were needless in their numeration - like naming grains of sand on the beach, utterly futile. But that was then.

Now he was human and the days of the week were a staple of his working knowledge of society.

But he still hadn't grasped all of the important dates, the memorization of such a thing seeming unnecessary until now. So when Valentine's Day rolled around this year, he'd been entirely ignorant of the date until Sam had teased his brother about whether he had Valentine's Day plans.

Dean's neck flushed a shamelessly livid shade of red, which Sam promptly smirked at.

"Is that soon?" Cas asked curiously.

Sam's smirk broadened at his brother's discomfort, his smile truly mischievous. Dean sent him a glare that would have turned running water cold. It was a warning. But Sam didn't scare that easy. He turned to Castiel, "Yep. This coming week. On Thursday."

Cas gave a simple Hm and continued what he was doing, Dean sent Sam a death-stare and Sam merely raised his eyebrows, wiggling them at Dean obnoxiously.

Dean was afraid he might break his teeth with the force his clenched jaw. He'd forgotten all about Valentine's Day... back when he was a strapping, eager bachelor it had been the best day of the year. But only because he was guaranteed to have sex with little to no effort put forward on a rouse. And he didn't have to do any of the romance that went along with the holiday, because he was a one night stand king.

But now... now he was a strapping, hesitant, 'in a serious relationship' kind of guy. And he'd neglected to consider that Valentine's Day would mean a whole new list of expectations this year. And Dean was immediately panicked.

Christmas? sure. Break out the egg nog.

New Year's? definitely. Break out whatever liquor you got.

Valentine's Day?

Champagne? and chocolate covered strawberries?

Yeah... probably not.

Dean wasn't really a flowers and candy in heart-shaped boxes kind of guy. He didn't really know how to be romantic in that sappy, Gary Marshall should make a movie about this kind of way. And he didn't want Cas to have expectations now that he was on the human bandwagon.

What Dean should have realized, was that for the most part, Castiel didn't have any expectations at all. Cas didn't expect anything from Dean but Dean himself.

His whole self, preferably...

They had been together for over a month now, and had yet to... how did they always say it? Hit a home run. Castiel had been ready for some time. He would have let it go all the way on New Years if Dean had wanted to move fast. Castiel was ready that fast. In fact, by the time they'd been snuggling together in the same bed for a week the former-angel was downright wanton. He was eager to learn. He was eager in general.

He'd been chaste for a million years. Now it was time for the perks of being human.

But Dean remained hesitant. And more than potential physical bliss, Castiel loved Dean. So they waited.

And waited.

And Castiel knew it was barely two months, but it felt like eons when he'd started to learn the feel of Dean's skin (what little of it he could get to) and the tease of the man's lips on his throat, and that throaty Dean chuckle when Cas shivered or clutched at him in response to the smallest stimuli.

Valentine's Day was perfect timing. If Dean was waiting for the right moment, Valentine's Day would certainly be it. As far as Cas could gather, it was a holiday centered around romantic love and excitement over planned copulation.

He didn't need a fancy dinner or anything extravagant, which he gathered from the tv, was very common. A wooing mechanism he supposed. But Dean didn't need to woo him any further. What he wanted, all he wanted, was to have Dean to himself in every possible way.

He was ready.

And now that he had a deadline in clear view, he was very excited.

The Wednesday night before Valentine's Day was a jittery one for Castiel. It was the eve of a very important day.

Sam and Bobby had taken off suddenly Wednesday morning to go on a supplies run a couple of states over and wouldn't be back for a few days. Castiel couldn't believe his luck, he couldn't believe how well that had worked out. Although, when Sam made the announcement abruptly Wednesday morning with a mischievous smile on his lips, Dean scowled at his brother and Bobby blatantly, his cheeks blushing.

Cas figured Dean was jealous not to go along. Although there was something in Sam's smirk and the unusual wink he gave Dean when they said goodbye that made Castiel think he'd missed something...

But he didn't dwell on it long - it didn't matter. Everything was perfect. Tomorrow morning he and Dean would wake up together, warm and entangled, and thankfully alone, and Castiel would initiate sex. He would seduce Dean - easily, he imagined - and they could spend all day together.

Having sex.

Sexing, he wondered if you could call it.

It was a good plan, Castiel though as he settled down into their bed. It would be perfect.

It was a little after dawn, clean morning sunlight peeking in through the curtains in the spare bedroom Cas and Dean were shamelessly sharing at this point. Cas had woken warm and comfortable and rolled over to see the sunlight sparkling off of Dean's short blondish hair, the sun making his freckled skin glow. Castiel could see the usually invisible blond hairs on Dean's arms by way of the early morning sun, and his eyes scanned Dean's forearm and shoulder and back up to his scarred, gorgeous fingers. He examined the man's face as he slept, the planes and curves relaxed and tension free. His dark brown eyelashes. His smattering of near-orange freckles, keeping his face almost amusingly youthful even after everything he'd been through. The swell of his lips, pink and slightly parted...

He was beautiful. There wasn't any denying it and there was no simpler way to put it. Dean Winchester was one of God's most beautiful creations if Castiel did say so himself. He sent a quiet Thank You heavenwards.

And then he remembered his plan, and he smiled, biting his lip.

Castiel moved smoothly over to Dean, who was lying on his stomach, head turned towards Castiel. He leaned over Dean's naked back and kissed lightly up his skin, lavishing every inch with innocent kisses, spending extra attention up the line of his his spine, until he felt Dean stir.

Dean made a quiet happy sound before peeking over his shoulder at Castiel and smiling, "Morning Cas."

Cas smiled back, returning to his work, making his way up Dean's back, over his shoulders and neck, until he reached his lips, where he kissed him with unbridled affection.

It didn't take more than a few minutes of those kisses for Dean to decide he needed to pay Cas back for the pleasant wake-up. He rolled Cas onto his back, settling above him, and took up with an activity he knew Cas couldn't get enough of - teasing the man's neck with his lips and tongue.

Castiel's heart pounded in his chest, even harder than it usually did when Dean was kissing down his Adam's apple -

His plan was working.

He couldn't wait for the sexing... for how he would be completely together with Dean by all human standards once and for all. And it would be on his day.

Perfect.

Castiel wondered if Dean knew that Thursday was a special day. He had after all been the Angel of Thursday, so every Thursday held a little potential for magic for him, human or not.

He doubted Dean knew that.

And he doubted he should be thinking about that right now, with Dean's lips at his throat, especially when Dean stopped and looked at Cas harshly.

"Distracted?" he demanded none too subtly.

Castiel hadn't made one single delicious noise in all the time Dean was working away down there, on his neck and clavicle. Usually he couldn't get Cas to shut up. Trying to be quiet when Bobby and Sam were only downstairs or worse, right down the hall, was pretty much impossible. But not a peep on this morning. So Dean had ventured to look, and now he saw Cas grinning absently to himself, as if he remembered something funny and didn't even realize Dean was there. Dean would be lying if he said his masculinity and notable skills weren't a tad offended.

"A bit," Cas admitted, smiling at Dean.

Dean was instantly miffed and rolled away from Castiel before the former-angel could grab him.

"Why are you stopping?" Cas grabbed at Dean to pull him back, his smile still in place. Cas' hands were firm on Dean's body, pulling and begging him to come back.

Dean had learned that Cas could be very greedy with human touch. It was something Dean liked and thought maybe he understood. Castiel had been deprived so long, and now he was feeling all of these things for the first time. When Cas wanted it, Dean gave it freely, until Cas only wanted more, more, more. It was heady and it revved Dean's engine like nothing else.

But he simply couldn't concede right now, on principle. "Oh, what? Now I get your full attention? Sorry buddy. These lips won't be ignored."

Castiel leaned over and kissed Dean quickly before the man could pull away. "Well I apologize. To you," he kissed Dean's forehead, "and to your lips." He kissed Dean's lips repeatedly with shallow little pecks. Aiming to lighten Dean's mood.

It worked. Dean smiled into the kisses, trying to catch Cas' lips so that he might pull Cas into a deeper one.

They both enjoyed these moments, the little games. They wanted simple silliness every once and awhile and Dean liked that Cas was really coming into his own with physical affection. It was interesting to see him push his own limits and try new things, not being afraid to take a few simple liberties with Dean.

At this point, though, they hadn't tried too much as far as rounding the bases went... Dean had conflicted feelings about that.

Cas bit Dean's lip with a feisty nip, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Ow - you little..." Dean hooked his hand behind Cas' neck and pulled him down for an invasive, nearly violent kiss. Retaliation had never been so sweet.

Suddenly Castiel rolled on top of him, straddling him and holding him down to the bed. Surprised didn't begin to describe what Dean felt. They'd been together for awhile now, and despite that first kiss, Cas had never been particularly forward. He always waited for Dean to take the first step, to set the tone and to put on the breaks when they got too hot and heavy.

Dean had realized awhile back that Cas was being very careful to make sure they didn't do too much too fast, more for Dean's sake than his own. Dean appreciated it. In fact, he marveled at Cas' self-control. Cas wasn't nervous at all it seemed. But he slowed his roll for Dean. Because he was.

Dean had no doubt that if he decided not to stop, Cas would let him do pretty much anything. And that trust, in and of itself, was enough to scare Dean into keeping things less than x-rated.

No one had ever trusted him that implicitly, and with their own body... Dean's hands squeezed at Cas' thighs.

Cas was on top of him, in their big, warm, familiar, safe bed... essentially sitting on Dean's groin, his arousal very obvious in his pajama pants. Cas leaned up from that kiss and looked down at Dean, smirking down at him in a way that had Dean's heart pumping hard in his throat.

Castiel got like this every once and awhile - utterly and completely sensual, almost wild in his wantonness and freedom of sexuality. It had been an unexpected development to Dean, and it threw him for a delicious loop every time. He always had to remind himself Cas could be like that. It was easy to look at him and see the starched, clueless, borderline unic Angel of years past. But every once and awhile Cas became something wild - sexuality woven into every fibre of his being. Like it was in his genes.

Dean noticed a pattern to the behavior - can't shut those Hunter instincts off, even when you want to. The pattern was an odd one though. Castiel seemed to get friskiest on Thursdays.

It didn't make any sense to Dean. But then, he didn't know what Castiel knew.

Cas was most comfortable on this day. More comfortable in his human skin. He lost some inhibitions, gained some confidence, felt feral and powerful. It was damn sexy, Dean thought.

And it was clearly gonna be one of those days...

Dean was always glad to see this side of Cas - but now he felt a little rushed. Again. That familiar panic settling in his gut, mingling with the undeniable arousal.

Cas bent double to bring his lips to Dean's neck, where he returned the favors Dean was giving him earlier. Dean's hands ran up and down Cas' back and thighs and he leaned his head back to expose his throat as Cas teased him with kisses and licks and the constantly changing pressure of teeth and lips.

But when Cas started rocking against Dean, making them both hard and brainless, Dean's internal panic sounded loudly.

Dean wanted to be subtle about freaking out. He didn't want his next movements to scream I can't do this yet!.

So he flipped their positions, throwing Cas down against the mattress and getting back to assaulting his neck.

This time, Cas was doing everything right with the sounds he made, and the way he moved underneath him. If Dean didn't know better, he'd say Cas was trying to push this along... Who was Dean kidding, that's exactly what Cas was doing and he knew it.

Cas fisted his hands in Dean's hair, and scraped his nails up Dean's back. He parted his legs so Dean was lying between them and reached down, grabbing two handfuls of much-appreciated Winchester ass.

Castiel's hands were all over him, and he was so worked up - it felt so good...

Castiel was winning this battle. He could feel it. Dean was giving in and Cas' heart leapt for it.

Dean pressed his hips down into Cas', grinding against him, losing himself as he gripped the man's sleep-mussed, dark hair and kissed over his chest and in response Cas made dark, delicious sounds with that voice...

Dean wanted that voice to call out his name -

and then it did, in a growling barely-there whisper. And Dean nearly lost it. He was pressing harder between Cas' legs, claiming his mouth desperately, when he felt Cas slip his hands from his ass, to the waistband of his pajama pants, pushing down -

Red flags went off all over the place. If Dean didn't stop right now, he wasn't going to be able to.

If he was being honest... he didn't really want to. This felt so right.

But no. Dean knew his track record. He'd ruin everything if they took it too fast. And this, Cas, was too good to risk ruining.

So he stopped.

He slid up and kissed Cas' lips simply, just once, and rolled off the bed.

Dean was already halfway across the room throwing on some pants when Castiel had gathered the presence of mind to open his eyes, sit up and stare at him. The image didn't quite compute. He was so sure they were going to...

"Where are you going?" he asked, still baffled, his hair sticking up and his lips swollen.

Dean had to turn away from the sight, lest he jump right back into bed and tackle the guy.

"Breakfast," Dean answered with a taut smile, throwing his shirt over his head. He winked at Castiel and walked out.

And in his wake was left an overheated, stimulated almost to the point of no return, shirtless, flushed and exasperated former angel.

Castiel fell back against the bed with a grunt. Dean had worked him up and left him disappointed. Again. It was getting to be too much. Castiel was proud of his patience so far, but Dean Winchester tested it thoroughly.

He needed Dean, badly, in a very biblical sense.

He'd been taking it slow because he could feel the man's utter trepidation, though he didn't understand it. But he'd truly hoped that today would be the day. Cas had woken up with Dean all around him and had been hit with this wave of affection and security that had him thrumming from the start. And Dean had woken in a playful, affectionate mood himself, thanks to Castiel's pleasing exploration.

It was going to be a perfect morning.

With both of them seeming so willing, their hardness pressing against each other, the outlook was good. Castiel wanted them to be together, in the early morning light, so comfortable and so... content. He'd wanted no time wasted on this day.

He closed his eyes and wished - maybe later?

However, if Dean's current disappearing act was any indication...

that wish might have to wait.

Again.

Castiel sighed heavily. For a moment he could have fallen back asleep, until -

"You better get your ass down here or I'm gonna eat your bacon!"

Cas laughed to himself, rolling out of bed with a groan.

Sex or not. This was still a pretty perfect morning.