Castiel walks cautiously through the front door. He has spent the last week inside, never taking a step out of the cabin. He was suffering from nightmares each night. Waking up screaming and sweating. Dean had quit attempting to sleep on the couch, and had settled either in the chair by the doorway, or beside the bed in Castiel's room, calming him every time he woke up. It resulted in Dean getting exhausted, and sleeping most of the day when Castiel was awake.

This day, Bobby decides Castiel is healed enough to go outside and attempt flying. Even in his near human state, he still heals somewhat faster than humans, though there isn't very much difference. He walks around to the back of the cabin where Bobby had told him there would be a big patch of moss and grass surrounded by tall trees. It would be a good place to start practising. If he should fall, the ground would be somewhat soft to be landing on. They would soon go back to Bobby's, and there would be only hard grounds to practise on.

Castiel had decided earlier that he would skip the shirt, and only practise in the sweatpants Dean lent him. That way, nothing would catch up in his feathers now that he has to learn to fly again. He positions himself in the middle of the clearing, looking up to the sky, wings still tucked securely behind his back. He sees an eagle soaring in a circle high above him, before it flies away. He sighs longingly but hesitates a moment longer.

~oOo~

Sam and Dean had dragged Bobby outside silently right after Castiel had made for the clearing, to look at how the flying would go. They watch him standing there, waiting for him to move. Dean wants to approach him when he doesn't move for a while, but Sam holds him back. Soon they can see him flexing his wings slightly, before stretching them out wide at both sides. The light shines through the thinner feathers, making them a dark purple in the otherwise black hawk-like wings. Dean lets a breath of astonishment escape his lips at the sight. Beside him Sam and Bobby stares in awe at the huge wings.

Castiel flaps his wings, first slowly, then a little faster, to test them. He crouches and lifts them toward the sky. As he jumps, he pushes his wings fast downwards, and he's far up above at the first flap of his wings.

"Woooha..." Dean lets out at the sight. All three of them walks closer into the centre of the clearing, watching the small shadow far up in the sky. "God damn he's fast.." He adds, looks at his brother and grins.

"Yeah.." Sam answered, a surprised expression on his face. Castiel had said he would be slower, so Sam had though he would be a lot slower than this. He can already see him coming back down, and turns his gaze to his brother.

Castiel lands fast in a crouch behind Dean, sending a gush of wind around himself. Dean turns to say something, but the only thing escaping his mouth is a shocked, fearful scream as the ground vanishes from under his feet.

Dean grabs onto Castiel with both arms and feet, holding on for dear life. "PUT ME DOWN!" he yells, as he tightens his grip. He thinks he hears Castiel chuckle over the loud frantic heartbeats in his ears.

"Dean," Castiel says softly, seeming to wait for Dean to react. He doesn't. "We have landed, Dean," Castiel continues while he starts to pry Deans arms loose from around his neck. At that the man opens his eyes slightly, and when he recognizes the surroundings, he quickly lets go of the Angel, staggering backwards in his haste to get away from him.

Sam, having been too shocked to react at first, now laughed hard, doubling over himself with tears in his eyes. Even Bobby is chuckling along.

Dean looks from the laughing guys to the Angel and back again, growing rapidly red-faced of embarrassment and anger. Pretty soon he stomps off toward the front of the cabin, leaving Castiel with a guilty expression on his face.

"Dean.." He begins, taking a step forward. When Dean keeps walking, without turning, Castiel ruffles his feathers and folds his wings tightly to his back, and follows him.

He finds him in the bedroom, opening a beer and taking a big mouthful. "I'm sorry Dean.. I needed to see if I could manage flying with one of you in my arms. You were the closest, and the most obvious choice when I landed. I thought perhaps you would not be scared, since I have flown with you before." He explains himself, looking down to his feet.

Dean swallowed another mouthful of beer before looking at the Angel in the doorway. "Yeah, well before it wasn't actual flying. Or.. I didn't see it like that. For me, it was teleporting. I fucking hate flying, remember? Be it airplanes or parachute or whatever airborne. That's the reason I drive everywhere!" he sits down on the bed, sipping irritably at the beer.

At loss of words, Castiel simply leaves the room silently. He regrets having caused Dean such fear after all the man had done for him lately. Soon he finds himself sitting on a log outside the cabin, not knowing what he should be doing. Should he leave them to fight this succubus on his own, not exposing the three men to the danger, or should he simply stay put.

~oOo~

"Cas?" Sam finds Castiel in between the trees at the far end of the clearing behind the cabin. He's sitting on a moss covered log, plucking absently at his wings. "What are you doing?" he adds when he sees the feathers on the forest floor. When the angel doesn't answer, he hurries over and waves a big hand in front of the man's eyes.

"Sam?" Castiel looks starteled up into the worried expression in Sam's face. "My apologies, I didn't realize you were here." He adds simply.

"'Why are you plucking your wings?" Sam sits down on a rock right in front of Castiel, looking him up and down carefully.

The Angel seems confused for a moment, before he looks down into the grass and moss, covered in feathers. "I... do not know. I did not know I was doing so." He replies truthfully. "I suppose I am not yet used to having my wings visible."

"Don't tell me you're upset by Dean's reaction." Sam states and earns the Angel's attention. "Come on. Dean overreacted, because he was caught off guard. It's not like he's mad at you." Sam laughs a little. "Now come on, we're leaving now."

"I want to try flying back, to see how tiring it is for me to fly that distance." Castiel says as he stands up. "I will bring a phone in case I end up not able to fly all the way." He adds and makes for the clearing.

"Stay out of sight then!" Sam shouts after him at the moment the Angel crouches and jumps. Soon he's nothing but a tiny black spot in the sky.

~oOo~

Dean hits his head under the Impala when he hears a loud crash just outside the garage. He hurries out from under his car, and jogs outside just in time to hear a low voice mumbling "woops". In front of him is the wreckage of a small car flat against the ground, a black-winged Angel standing on top of it. His wings are stretched out, like he just landed. "What did you do?" Dean sighs at him.

Castiel looks up guiltily, piercing Dean with his innocent brilliant blue eyes. "I lost it... It slipped from my grip while I was trying to fly with it."

"You were flying around with a car? Why?" Dean asks amused at the sight of Castiel. He looks like a child about to be scolded.

"I need to test my strength. I need to be prepared for everything." The soldier surfaces in Castiel now. He has a serious look on his face that makes Dean go quiet. His amused smile turns to a frown.

"Don't overdo it," He says and walks back into the garage.

"Dean, how heavy is your car?" Dean hears Castiel ask, and spins around.

"You are NOT trying to fly with my baby!" He yells panic stricken at the thought, but there's no one there to hear him yell. "CAS!" He shouts then. No response. "Damn it!" he mutters as he goes back to tending to the black beauty.

~oOo~

The days that follows, Dean spends most of his time tinkering on cars after finishing the Impala. Sam is glued to the computer, trying to find traces of the Succubus. Bobby helps with the research and makes dinner, and Castiel uses every wake minute to test and train his wings.

Dean is watching Castiel fuss over an old rusty Impala that Dean had used parts from earlier. It is now basically just an empty rusty shell, and Castiel has filled it with stones and metal to get the similiar wight of Dean's own car. Castiel positions himself on top of the car's roof, gripping tightly onto the edges where the windows would have been, and stretches his wings high above his head. His powerful wings shoots to the ground and back up again. He flaps his wings hard a couple of times, but nothing happens. The stubborn Angel keeps flapping, going harder and harder until finally he manages to get the car a few inches from the ground.

At that moment, Sam comes out with a triumphant grin on his face. "Found her!" he beams. He sees Castiel in the air with the car, goes still, and watches shocked at the sheer strength of the Angel. The car slams back down to the gravel, with Castiel flat on it's roof, his wings spread lazily on the ground on each side. He's panting hard after the effort.

"You ok there?" Dean asks, approaching him. He earns a nod from the tired Angel, before turning to his brother. "Where has she been?"

"She's been hiding in a illegal brothel, that got busted just a few hours ago. Sources are saying the people inside looked like they had been tortured for weeks before they died of the injuries," Sam eagerly tells him. "There's a survivor."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Castiel says, still laying on top of the car.

"For all of us to get a nap. It'll be dark soon, and we need to get our sleep. Especially you, since you apparently used all of your strength on training yourself. We'll go first thing in the morning." Dean vetoes, wandering off towards Bobby's house.

~oOo~

Somehow they manages to lure Bobby into the back of the Impala. Castiel decides to fly instead of trying to cram himself into the small car. He's adjusting his speed according to the car's speed underneath him. Always careful not to be seen by other drivers. Always watching around himself to make sure no one follows them.

Except for a brief stop for food, they have been travelling for several hours straight. Their destination a motel just outside the city where the brothel had been busted.

Ahead of them, Castiel can see they are approaching the ocean. The road lining up to the edge of steep cliffs, before turning downwards to a small stone beach. On the other side of the road is a hard uneven rock wall. The sun is setting, making a wonderful view from both the air and the ground.

A hot, burning pain hits his legs abruptly, making him fall a few feet in the air. He turns to see the succubus grinning triumphantly at him, a ball of flames in her hand. He grits his teeth, preparing to charge her, when the fireball comes at him fast. Unable to do anything to protect himself, he just manages to dodge it. He then charges at her, lashing out at her with his Angel blade which he had kept with him at all times.

~oOo~

Dean jumps at the explosion behind them, almost hitting the wall of stone on the side of the road. He looks in the rear-view mirror and sees the small fiery crater behind them. "Sam! Bobby! Can you see what's happening?!" he shouts, not slowing down the car in case they get hit by another explosion.

"It's her! She's fightin' the Angel!" Bobby observes. "And here comes another fireball! Left!" he yells, grabbing hold of the seat as if it would help them dodge the attack.

"Shit!" Dean shouts and just manages to avoid the ball of fire as it crashes into the asphalt. Castiel on the other hand doesn't seem to notice how close the fireballs get to the impala, being fully occupied with dodging them himself as well as trying to get in a hit on the succubus.

Sam and Bobby are shouting directions for Dean as they rush along the road, trying not to get hit by the balls of fire. Some of them crashes onto the road fence, blowing big holes in it along the way, others fly over the car and crashes into the stonewall beside them or the road in front of them. Some explodes in clouds of steam in the ocean.

Suddenly they are surprised by several fireballs. Some hits the fence ahead of them, others hits closely to the car, pushing them towards the fence. Dean tries to steer the car away from the attack, but ends up having to choose the stonewall, or the hole in the fence. Deciding that the wall would be a sure death for his brother, he picks the hole in the fence. As they flies through the hole, Dean realizes that they have driven off a steep cliff. "Hold on!" he shouts, even though that probably would not help them the slightest when they hit the water beneath.

Dean closes his eyes as he feels them falling downwards, he automatically grabs onto his brother's shirt in desperate need to protect. "Balls!" he can hear Bobby shout.

Thinking it takes too long for them to hit the water, Dean opens his eyes. He realizes they are not falling any more. In fact, they are going upwards. He looks out the side window, and sees the black wings of Castiel beating hard, and soon they are back on top of the cliff they had driven off.

Dean stares in shock out the windshield as Castiel collapses and slides down to the hood of the car, one hand laying lifelessly on the window. He stares at Dean as he pants hard, otherwise not moving a muscle. One wing is rested over the roof of the car, the other on the ground in front of the impala.

It feels like several minutes goes by, but in reality it's just a few seconds before Castiel disappears from the hood of the car, only to be slammed on his back on the asphalt some feet further ahead. Dean clearly sees the pain the impact caused as Castiel gasps for air. However, the succubus soon sits on top of him, clutching her hands around his neck. Somehow Castiel has managed to keep his blade in his hands, and tries to hit her with it, but just lifting it seems to be difficult. The succubus' fingers and nails digs into Castiel's throat, right beneath his jaw. Slowly closing off his windpipe. The nails draws blood as they break the skin in her attempt at strangling the Angel. Soon, his arm falls to the ground, the sword rolling from his palm.

Bobby and Sam jumps out of the car, aiming guns at the creature. Dean snaps out of his shock, grabs the vile of Castiel's blood from his pocket and hurries out of the car.

Sam shoots at the succubus. She dodges the bullet, lets go of the Angel's neck and shoots a fireball at Sam. As Castiel gasps and pants and coughs, Sam and Bobby ducks from the fireball and keeps shooting to get the creature off him.

Dean smears his hands with blood from the vile before he rushes towards the Angel blade. He manages to grab hold of it and smear the blood from his hands over to the edge of the blade.

Seeing Dean's actions, the succubus takes flight, dodging the persistent shower of bullets from Sam and Bobby. Dean kneels by Castiel, checking on him. Only now does he see the burnt off jeans and the burns on Castiel's legs, as well as the cuts to his chest. The Angel pants hard, trying to get his breathing under control. Dean clearly sees the bruises already forming around his friend's neck, as well as the puncture wounds from the creature's nails.

"Cas..." Dean breaths. Castiel looks up at him, breathing steadier. Dean assists him to sit up.

"DEAN!" Sam shouts suddenly. Dean realizes the shooting has stopped, and can see in Castiel's eyes the fire coming fast towards them. Castiel is the first to react, and pushes Dean to the ground, wings covering them both. He cries out in pain when the fire burns the back of his right wing as he uses it to throw the ball of fire away from them. It doesn't stop him from charging at the succubus as soon as he's sure Dean's ok.

Sam and Bobby takes cover behind the car to reload their weapons. Dean runs over to join them, grabbing the gun from the glove department, still holding onto the Angel's blade. This time it looks like Castiel has the upper hand in the airborne close combat. The creature keeps trying to slice him open with her claws, but the Angel defends himself nicely.

Soon they hear a sickening snap as Castiel breaks the woman's hand, this only manages to make her furious. She puts some distance between them, and for a moment it looks like she wants to escape as she flies out over the water, but when Castiel follows her determined to end this once and for all, she turns abruptly. She catches him off-guard, and gets hold of one of his wings, making them both spin in the air. She wraps herself around it, and a sickening snap echoes as she breaks the bone, making the Angel scream in pain.

The three men stares in horror as the woman gets hold of the other wing, before Castiel is able to react, and snaps the bone in half. Unable to fly, the only thing keeping him from falling, is the claws digging into his skin. Being a creature older than the Angels, her hand has already been healed, and she wraps them around his throat once again.

Dean finally sees an opportunity to shoot without hitting Cas. He hits her straight in the head with the first bullet, but he doesn't stop there. Knowing she is practically immune to the bullets, he keeps showering her with bullets in an attempt to make her release Castiel. Sam and Bobby joins in on the firing, and soon they have made enough holes in her leathery wings to make her release the Angel with a scream of anger.

The Angel falls. Dean's sight is obscured by the edge of the cliff, but he hears the splash as the guy hits the water beneath. "CAS!" He hears himself shout, letting go of his weapons. Ignoring the furious creature charging towards them, he runs for the edge.

Sam sees Dean let go of the Angel's blade and run. He jumps forward, grabbing the blade just in time to stab the creature when she flies at him. She stares in disbelief down into her stomach, the blade embedded deep into her. Sam slowly drags it back out, and she collapses to the ground.

On his way towards the edge, Dean had stripped off his shirt and shoes. He stops at the edge to look for his friend. He sighs in relief when he sees the huge black wings at the surface, but it does not take long before the relief is exchanged for panic. Castiel is sinking. He's not moving. Dean backs off, before sprinting and plunging into the water, hearing his brother shout his name just as he starts the descent.

Sam runs to the edge staring down after his brother. At first, he can't see him, but then he breaks through the surface gasping for air. He looks frantically around himself. Seeing nothing, he dives back down.

The water stings Dean's eyes as he looks around, trying to make out Castiel's figure in the rapidly darkening, ice cold water. He finds him underneath himself, deeper than he'd thought. Hurriedly he swims down, grabbing onto the tip of a wing. Finding he's almost out of air, he starts dragging himself closer to get a better grip. Even in the water, Castiel is quite heavy due to his huge wings, and Dean struggles on his way back to the surface. Breaching the surface, he breathes in hard and immediately adjusts his grip on Castiel to keep the man's face above the water.

Sam feels a rush of relief when his brother resurfaces with Castiel. Bobby comes up beside him, to see how things are going in the water. "Dean! Swim to the beach!" Sam shouts down and waves an arm in the direction of the stone beach. Dean looks up at him, then in the direction he's pointing, and starts swimming immediately. The two men stand there watching for a few moments, before they gather up their stuff and jumps into the Impala to drive down to the beach.

~oOo~

Dean is exhausted when he finally feels stone under his feet, but it doesn't stop him from carrying the unconscious Angel a few feet up the beach on unsteady feet. He lays him down carefully, kneeling beside the man. He looks terrible. His eyes are closed, his skin pale white, lips a bluish tint. Splinters of bone are visible through the flesh of his wings. He's covered in burns and cuts and bruises. And he's not breathing. Dean's barely aware of Sam kneeling on the other side of the Angel.

"Wasn't he supposed to heal after she died..?" Sam asks in a whisper. He's clutching the Angel's blade in his hand. He swallows hard as he looks down onto Castiel's face. He doesn't really have to touch the man's throat to search for the nonexistent pulse.

Sam is suddenly aware of his brother yanking the sword out of his hand and jumping to his feet. Then he sees the Succubus. He was so sure he'd killed her! She is laughing maniacally. Dean on the other hand is cold as ice, and before anyone can react, he stabs her in the chest, staring deadly at her. "Told you I would pierce your lungs, bitch!" he hisses. The ancient creature is grinning at him like she'd wanted for him to finish her off. Disbelief starts to form in Dean's face, but the creature coughs up blood, breath turning to wheezing before she bursts into black flames, making him lose all interest in her.

Dean collapses to his knees beside Castiel again, this time placing his hands on his chest. He starts pounding hard on the man's chest, growling for him to wake the fuck up. Sam watches his brother sadly, not wanting to tell him it's too late. He can see that Bobby stopped halfway between the boys and the car, watching them with sad eyes.

Dean puts one hand under Castiel's chin, the other on his nose, tilting his head back and opening his mouth. He leans down and covers Castiel's mouth with his own and blows. He blows air into the man's lungs once before he goes back to compressing his chest. He repeats this pattern many times.

Sam cannot take it anymore. It is too painful to watch his brother trying to bring his Angel back. "Dean.." His voice cracked. "Dean.. He's-" something catches his eyes. He looks down to the Angel's wings.

The feathers have loosened and are being plucked away by the wind. Many of them even look like they have withered. He didn't know feathers could wither... Soon, every little feather is gone from the wings. Sam grabs one of the big primary feathers before they all rolls wave like in the wind down the beach. He stares in terror down at the muscle and bone that once formed huge, beautiful, black wings. Now they just look terrible. The splintered bone is now sickingly more visible, making the wings bend in the wrong ways.

He's barley aware that his brother is still doing CPR to the lifeless body, as he watches the skin on the wings shrink in on itself. He recognizes the mummifying process fairly soon as the flesh dries up under his gaze. What the hell. It is happening way too fast, and soon there's nothing but dust left. Some of it slides down between the stones, while the rest of it catches in the wind. He stares up at his brother to see if he's seen it, but Dean is still focused on pounding the man's chest.

Sam looks down on Castiel's face. It is still unearthly pale. This time, Sam decides to look for the pulse he knows he won't find. It is just to make things final, to get his brother to stop. He puts two fingers to the man's throat just under his chin, while Dean is still pounding the chest. Nothing. He's about to remove his fingers when something twitches. He adjusts them back properly, feeling for that little twitch he'd just felt.

For a moment he thinks it was all his imagination, but there it is again. To make absolutely sure it's not just his imagination, Sam waits for one more. And there it is. Hope wells up in him, and he looks at his brother.

"Dean.." Sam tries to get his attention, but the man just keeps on compressing the Angel's chest. "Dean!" he snaps. This time, Dean freezes and looks up with red eyes into his brother's gaze. "He's got a pulse!" relief floods his voice. Dean just stares for a moment, before leaning down to feel for the Angel's breath. Sam clearly sees it when Dean can feel the weak puff of air escaping the man's mouth. Suddenly his brother looks too tired, he's pale, and he has that purplish tint on his lips telling Sam he's really fucking cold. He sinks down beside Castiel, starts to shiver violently and does that thing where he takes controlled breaths to try calm himself.

Suddenly Castiel is coughing wildly, and Sam turns him over to the side just in time as the man retches water up from his lungs. He goes limp again right after the retching stops. Sam checks him over and finds that he's still unconscious.

"We need to get you all to the motel." Bobby is suddenly by their side, kneeling by Dean. He helps Dean to his feet and motions for Sam to help him get Castiel up to the car.

Dean staggers to the back of the car, opening the trunk and roaming around inside. When Sam and Bobby gets up to the car, Dean comes around to the side with a huge woolen blanket in his hands. He opens the door to the back and spreads the blanket over the bench seat, taking care to place plenty of it over the back of the seat. "strip him" he says when he turns back to the other men.

Sam and Bobby shares a very confused look. Dean ignores them and strips off his own clothes. Even his underwear. "hurry" he says as he puts on a dry pair of boxers he had put on top of the blanket covered seat.

When Sam and Bobby still doesn't do anything, Dean sighs. "Fine. I'll do it. Hold him up." He rips the Angel's T-shirt off, and goes down to unbutton his jeans. Bobby and Sam holds the unconscious Angel awkwardly, looking away when Dean drags off his jeans.

Dean can't help but smirk a little for himself when he discovers that Castiel had skipped his underwear. He grabs for the other boxer he'd got out of his duffel and puts it on the man. He then crawls onto the back seat of his baby and half sits, half lays against the other door. "Now get him over here" he orders the two men. When they just look dumbly at him, he sighs once again. "Seriously. Guys. May I never almost drown or almost freeze to death with only the two of you around. Hypothermia. Body heat. It's the best way to heat someone back up. I really thought you knew that. It is the basics of everything, you know."

The two men would face palm themselves were it not for the fact that they are holding up a limp man. Of course they know.

Dean helps them position Castiel on top of himself, and dragging the reminder of the blanket down over them both. Sam helps by tucking the blanket properly around their feet before he makes for the driver's side.

As the Impala roar to life, Dean wraps his arms around Castiel making sure he doesn't roll off him. He also makes sure Cas's airways are open. If it were up to him, he'd have no problem with doing this all naked, but he'd decided to spare his brother and Bobby the mental images. He chuckles silently for himself at the thought. After a couple of minutes, he can feel the warmth beginning to spread between them.

~oOo~

"Dean..." Sam is shaking his foot a little. Dean wakes up disoriented, not really aware that he'd fallen asleep at all. "We're at the motel. I got us two rooms... They only had one double left though... But there's a king size in the other though. Figured you still needed the body heat thing.." Sam rambles on. Dean doesn't really hear half of it. He sits up, removes the blanket and opens the door to get out. He then drags Cas and the blanket out, covers them both with it and motions for Bobby to help him.

He feels like he's sleepwalking. Inside the room he collapses onto the bed, too exhausted to even think. Sam and Bobby places Castiel on the bed with him.

"We'll be in the other room. Call if you need anything." Sam says and Dean just waves him off, half asleep already. When they leave the room, Dean crawls a bit closer to Castiel, wrapping an arm around him. Soon he's dead to the world.

~oOo~

Dean feels warm when he drifts back to consciousness. Too warm almost. When he opens his eyes slowly, he startles and almost rolls backwards out of the bed. He's looking straight into the intense blue eyes of Castiel, a bit too close. "Hello, Dean" he almost smiles back at Dean.

"Holy shit, Cas. You scared the shit outta me!" Dean bursts out. Castiel is about to say something, but Dean interrupts him. "I thought I'd lose you for real this time!" it comes out almost a whisper.

Castiel tilts his head a little, then he looks down. "My apologies. I did not mean to worry you."

"Just... Never do that again." Dean orders.

They were silent for a few moments, before Cas lifted his covers, looked at his body, then back at Dean. "You stripped me." He states with his trademark serious face.

Dean goes instantly red. "Uh... yeah.. You were hypothermic.. needed to.. body heat.." he mutters, glancing away from the blue laser-like eyes.

Another few moments of silence. "Dean," Castiel hesitates for a bit before continuing uncharacteristically quiet. "I have this... Good... Taste in my mouth." He stops, looking into Dean's eyes. "I wonder..." He furrows his brows and looks quizzically at Dean. Then, he starts closing in. Dean's eyes widen, but he stays still. Their lips brush against each other, and Dean closes his eyes, feeling the softness of Cas' lips against his own. The last time they touched his lips, they were cold, now they are warm. He sighs at the thought. Relieved that Cas is still with him.

Castiel licks Dean's upper lip slowly. Feeling the warm, wet tongue on his lip, Dean almost whimpers and open his mouth to let him in. Cas carefully explores Dean's mouth with his tongue, before going down to bite-suck his lower lip. He draws away, only to sit up slightly, leaning in over to Dean's ear, his stubble brushing against Dean's cheeks in the process. "Yes... That is the taste I was looking for..." He whispers into the man's ears. Goosebumps run down Dean's whole body. Whether it is the whisper, or the stubble making him shiver, he doesn't know.

Suddenly Castiel stretches his arm in the direction of the door. He flips his wrist, and Dean can hear the door lock. Another slower flip, makes the dresser slide firmly in front of the door. He points at the radio standing on the nightstand, making a circling motion with his finger, making music come out through the speakers. He doesn't bother switching stations, only makes it play a bit louder, before he returns his attention to Dean.

Castiel is now looking down into Dean's eyes under him. Dean swallows hard as he stares back up into the blue ocean. All bruises and cuts Dean had been seeing on the lifeless body he had done his best to bring back to life, are gone. There are no signs of them ever existing. His gaze wanders down to the pink lips that had been blue only hours earlier. He can't help himself from licking his own lips. Castiel closes in, and Dean meet him with his lips already parted. It starts out as a slow tangle of tongues. Castiel slides one leg over Dean to make himself more comfortable as the kiss deepens, growing hungry for something more.

Unable to control himself, Dean rolls his hips against the pressure of Castiel on top of him. Breaking the kiss, he gasps for air at the surprise of feeling Castiel's erection pressing down on him. It only makes his own harden further. Moving on from Dean's lips, Castiel places loving kisses down the man's throat, before going back up to carefully bite at his earlobes, dragging them slowly with him before letting go, to resume the kisses on his collarbone. He keeps moving down Dean's chest until he arrives at on of his nipples. He licks it, leaving a wet trail over it, before he blows at it. The goosebumps runs all over Dean's body once more and he shivers at the sensation.

Castiel sees the man clutch at the sheets as he takes the nipple into his mouth and starts sucking gently. He can hear Dean gasp when he moves over to the other nipple, giving it the very same treatment as the other.

Dean lifts his head to look down at the man moving on from his nipples to go further down his torso. It is plain torture as the other man keeps making sure he's always sliding against his hard member. When Castiel stops at Dean's crotch he looks annoyed down at the clothed bulk. For a moment it looks like he wants to stare the boxer away.

Dean stops mid-chuckle when Castiel puts a finger on the waistband over his left leg and drags it all the way to the bottom of the boxer. The fabric rips apart as he goes, as if he were cutting it with a knife rather than his finger. He repeats it on the other leg, then rips the fabric away from Dean. A smirk forms in Cas' face when he looks up into Dean's face and sees the open mouthed shock displayed there.

Castiel runs his fingers down Dean's inner thighs, his grin widening when he sees his cock twitching pleasantly at his touch. His fingers wanders over and cups his balls. At that Dean's head collapses into the pillows groaning and staring at the ceiling. His toes curls with pleasure. Suddenly he can feel the strong fingers gripping his shaft, and before he has the time to lift his head to look, he can feel hot wetness around it's head. He moans heartedly.

He's faintly aware of the music playing on the radio. Not his kind of music at all. He moans yet again as he feels Castiel licking and swirling his tongue around his shaft. He feels the world blurring at the pleasure as Cas sucks him down deep. He can feel the man's hands gliding over his lower body, and suddenly his own hands have ventured down to grab fistfuls of dark hair. He tries to fuck himself in Cas's mouth, but Castiel holds him down firmly.

Dean whimpers in disappointment when Cas lets go with a pop. He looks at the Angel now kneeling between his legs, licking his lips at the sight of Dean naked in front of him. "Get those off." Dean orders, staring pointedly at the boxers.

Castiel obediently puts a thumb under the waistband, dragging it out from his body teasingly, before he rips them off himself. Elegantly, like a feline, he crawls back up to join his mouth with Dean's in a deep, long kiss.

Dean sneaks his hand up between the two of them, gripping them both in his hand and starts jerking off them both. Castiel breaks the kiss with a breathy moan, making Dean moan in return.

Castiel briefly registers the man on the radio saying the name of the next song they will be playing. "Be mine" he thinks it fits oddly with his thoughts at this precise moment, and as the song plays, he thinks the tunes fits to their act of lovemaking. He briefly hears the lyrics before the pleasure tunes out every sound, except for the ones Dean makes.

They both breathe heavily as Dean works them both. Castiel Decides to join in, sneaking a hand in to cover Dean's, following his rhythm. He stops them both at one moment, to smear his thumb in the pre-come on the head of Dean's dick, rubbing in circles. "C-Cas..!" Dean gasps. He doesn't manage to say anything more before his body tenses, and he comes with a muffled cry as his arm shoots up to cover his mouth.

Castiel keeps working them both through the last of Dean's load, and tumbles over the edge soon after Dean, with a silent scream. He collapses down on top of Dean, they both breathing hard. "wha.. what was that..." Dean whispers.

"That was a thank you for all you have done, and an apology for the trouble I made for the last month." Castiel replies seriously. "It is also because I wanted to." He adds and grins at Dean, before kissing him lazily. Dean hums in approval.

Castiel pulls the covers back over them, and lays down on Dean's chest, arm slung over his waist. He listens to Dean's breathing and smiles when the man dozes off.

~oOo~

Dean wakes with a start as he realizes that the door to their room is being opened. He panics, remembering what had been going on just a little earlier. When Sam enters the room, Dean is sitting in the middle of the bed with his hair ruffled to all edges, the covers tangles at his feet, blinking confusedly down at his boxers. Sam chuckles at the sight. "Good morning sunshine!" he then says, looking around the room. "Where's Cas?" he adds worriedly, making Dean look around even more confused.

"I'm here." Castiel says as he comes out from the open bathroom door. To Dean's amusement, he's wearing the same jeans he had been wearing under the attack, and an old Metallica T-shirt from Dean's duffle.

"Good to see you awake!" Sam grins and notices that the bruises are gone. "You back to being the Angel we know?" he adds.

"Mostly. My wings will need resting after all they have been through. Other than that I am back to normal."

Castiel goes back to sit on the bed, while Sam sits down in a chair opposite them. Bobby enters soon after, and decides to sit down in the other chair beside Sam.

"So... How come the Succubus didn't die when I stabbed her, but willingly came after us so Dean could stab her again?" Sam asks Castiel.

"Angel blood is like poison to them. If you do not give them the vital blow the first time, they are doomed to die slowly and painfully. That is probably why she willingly came back to be stabbed again." Castiel answers, looking over at Dean.

"If I knew, I would have let her die slowly... That shit didn't deserve the mercy." Dean grumbles. They all look at him then. "What? She didn't. after all the shit she made us, made Cas go through, the only thing the deserved was a slow painful death!" he hisses.

"I'm guessing we won't be talking to the witness after the attack on the brothel then." Sam states and stands up. Bobby nods and stands with him.

"We'll go back to my place first thing in the mornin'" Bobby decides, and the two men walks out of the room.

Dean looks strangely at the chair where Sam had been sitting. A big black feather as resting lightly on the seat. Deciding not to think about why it's there, he turns to Castiel with a grin on his face. "Ready for round two?" he wriggles his brows. Castiel chuckles and leans over to kiss him slowly.

"Why, yes, Dean. I truly am."