Missed a week in uploading. Apologies. My new semester started and I had very little time to do anything but school.

This chapter's got a lot of smut in tho, so enjoy!

Sam's birthday party was a huge success and Dean had never been so tired as he cleaned up paper cups and dumped uneaten cake into the waste bin. Cas was busy picking sticky candy out of Han's fur while the cat voiced his displeasure. Sam was passed out on the couch, clutching his new action figure to his chest while he snuffled a bit in his sleep.

Cas put him to bed soon after and then he and Dean both fell onto their bed, too exhausted to get fully undressed, settling for leaving their jeans on. Castiel's shirt was only halfway off, still looped around one side of his body as he started snoring softly. Dean didn't even bother to get it all the way off, scooting over to lay his cheek on the skin of Castiel's stomach that was exposed and falling asleep almost instantly.

The next few weeks were less exhausting. School ended and Dean gave Sam some flowers to give to Miss Harvelle on the last day. He returned the smile he got when Sam handed them to her and then they all made sure that there would be plenty of opportunities for Sam and Jess to see each other over the summer.

Dean nearly forgot about the anniversary until he ran into Charlie on his way back from Bobby's shop. She gave him a big smile and sidled up to him, a knowing look in her eyes. "So Monday, huh?"

Dean blinked at her. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! Monday? Your anniversary with Cas? Or am I just watching Sam so you and Cas can go to the store for two days?"

"Oh shit," Dean said, nearly dropping his coffee mug, "I totally forgot about that."

Charlie smiled. "Well you better not forget on Monday, lover boy. Cas has told me all about how excited he is and the hotel he's picked out. Pretty sweet place."

Dean snorted. "Do you guys just chat while your cookies are in the oven or something?"

Charlie slapped him playfully on the arm and then looked stern. "You owe me a Lord of the Rings marathon for watching Sam, okay? I never got that rain check."

"How bout next weekend? We're not doing anything and Sam's got another play date with Jess."

"It's a date," Charlie beamed before telling him that he better give Cas a hell of a good anniversary.

As Monday neared, Dean found himself getting increasingly nervous for the anniversary. He knew that Castiel wanted him to fuck him, but it was still something they'd never done before and he remembered what had happened the first time they'd done something so intimate. He didn't think something as drastic as Cas bonding them would happen again, but he was still a bit nervous as he pulled up to the hotel that Cas had picked out.

It was a small hotel, modern enough and the lady who greeted the had a fake smile that pissed Dean off a bit. Castiel was buzzing with happiness though, and he hadn't let go of Dean's had the entire time they'd driven out here. He was still gripping it tightly as he pulled Dean toward the reception desk and gave the woman the name that he'd booked their room under, which was some name that Castiel had made up so that there room was booked for a Mr. and Mr. Jimmy Novak.

The woman clicked her tongue upon finding them in the registry and she handed Cas the key with a, "Enjoy the suite, Mr. Novak, and congratulations."

Dean eyed Cas suspiciously and Cas quickly thanked the receptionist before tugging Dean toward the elevator. At Dean's raised eyebrow Castiel said sheepishly, "I booked the honeymoon suite for us."

Any anxiety that Dean might have had melted when he saw the tiny smile Cas gave him and he was in Castiel's space in an instant, crowding him against the side of the elevator and kissing him soundly before saying, "Well we better put that room to good use then."

Castiel smiled happily and leaned up to kiss Dean again before the elevator doors opened. Dean took the key card from Cas and peered at the number for the room. It was at the end of the hallway and Cas couldn't seem to keep his hands off Dean as they made their way there. He was constantly touching him, running his fingers up and down his arm, pressing little kisses under his jaw as they walked and making Dean's stomach do a little flip flop each time.

When he finally succeeded in unlocking the door, he pushed it open to reveal the nicest hotel room he'd ever seen. It was obviously a honeymoon suite as evidenced by the fucking huge bed in the middle, littered with rose petals. Castiel instantly went to examine it with a look of awe on his face and Dean checked out the impressive Jacuzzi in the bathroom, making a note to use it later.

A steady pressure at his back made him grin and he sighed happily when Castiel began trailing kissed down the side of his neck before asking, "Is this good?"

Dean turned around and kissed Castiel's forehead. "It's great, Cas."

Castiel grinned and then his eyes slipped down to Dean's gray Henley, which was unbuttoned, baring a bit of skin, that Castiel ran his fingers over softly, saying, "I believe it's customary to," he cleared his throat, "deflower the bride in a place such as this."

Dean laughed and raised an eyebrow at Castiel. "Well you're hardly a blushing bride, Cas."

"No, but this will be my first time engaging in intercourse the way I'd like to."

Dean pursed his lips. "That's true." He put Castiel at arm's length. "You ready?"

Castiel nodded eagerly and went to go sit on the bed and wait as Dean fished the lube out of the one small bag they'd brought, which also had toothbrushes and some cash in it for whatever else they felt like doing for the rest of the time. Although Dean wouldn't have minded just staying in bed for the two days.

He felt a nervous sorta flutter in his stomach when he turned around to find Castiel standing beside the bed, in the process of unbuttoning his pants, his shirt already tossed away by the foot of the bed. Dean licked his lips a few times, fingering his own shirt and trying to figure out why there were butterflies flapping about in his gut? This sure as hell wasn't the first time he and Cas had fucked, but there was something about the way that Castiel was so eager, that excited energy which was emanating from him, that made Dean want to make this something special.

After slipping off his shirt, he tucked the lube into the back pocket of his jeans and went over to where Cas was slipping off his own jeans. He leaned over him so that when Castiel straightened back up he was pressed back against Dean's stomach, skin hot against skin.

Dean smiled at the little jump Cas gave and then kissed his shoulder, smoothing his hands down Castiel's sides and resting them on his hips as he whispered, "You're gorgeous you know that, right?"

Castiel bowed his head to his chest and put his hands over Dean's before turning around and looping them around Dean's neck, carding one through his hair and using it to pull him in for a heated kiss that had them both panting like horny teenagers when Castiel finally broke it off to tug Dean's jeans down. Dean stepped out of them and practically tackled Cas onto the bed, making the cliché rose petals scatter around them.

They spent several minutes just grinding together, both of them gasping as their growing erections pressed against each other. When Dean slipped a hand down to caress Cas through his tight boxers, Castiel jerked wildly and then he yanked his boxers off, getting them caught on his right foot and leaving them there so that he could get Dean's off as well. Both pairs were dropped unceremoniously onto the floor and they resumed their foreplay by kissing.

Castiel's mouth was hot and needy against Dean's and each little sound he made as Dean sucked on his tongue and lips was heavenly. Reluctantly he pushed Castiel off him, telling Cas, "Get on all fours, head facing the headboard."

Castiel obeyed, even sticking his ass in the air invitingly while Dean hopped off the bed to retrieve the lube from the pocket of his discarded jeans. He set it on the edge of the bed, easily within reach, and then proceeded to plant his back on the bed, his thighs on the edge of it, feet braced against the floor, head between Castiel's knees so that he was face to face with Cas's leaking cock.

He started by licking the precum off the tip, and Castiel groaned, staying still though, even though Dean could tell that he wanted to buck into the wet heat of Dean's mouth as Dean sucked him a bit, only stopping when Castiel began to tremble and cry out his name. He pulled away before Castiel got too worked up and the sound of loss that came from Cas's slack mouth made him grin.

He moved away and then crawled up onto the bed, bending onto his own knees and bracing his hands against Castiel's ass. He angled it so that Cas was bared for him and then he ran a finger down Castiel's spine, saying, "I'm gonna start now. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"

Castiel nodded, his head snapping up and down, body quivering in anticipation. Dean parted Castiel's cheeks all the way with his thumbs, drinking in the sight of Castiel's puckered opening, pink and perfect. Dean couldn't resist leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the hole, making Cas gasp out his name and move forward a bit. Dean leaned back so he could grab the lube and squirt it over his fingers before tentatively pressing his pointer finger into Castiel.

He'd had a total of two fingers inside Castiel before, but it never ceased to amaze him, the way Cas opened around his finger, eager and hungry, sucking it in as he gasped loudly. Dean shushed him and pressed a second digit in, scissoring them ever so slightly until he could feel less resistance. When he tried pushing a third finger into the rings of muscle, Castiel fell onto his elbows, panting into the sheets and whining out Dean's name.

"I hear you, baby," Dean soothed, pulling his fingers out in favor of rimming Castiel for a few minutes instead.

The sounds he got when he plunged his tongue into Castiel were glorious and his hard cock twitched at the loud groan that was barely muffled into the sheets Cas appeared to be biting. He pulled away with a filthy wet noise and kneaded Castiel's cheeks in his hands as he growled, "I told you I wanted to hear you."

"Dean please." Was the only response he got and he quickly put the three fingers in again, prying Castiel open even more and committing to memory each tiny sound that fell from Castiel's lips. Finally he added a fourth and final finger and Castiel's elbows gave out entirely as he fell onto the sheets, his face pressed into them, ass raised high for whatever Dean wanted, hands scrabbling at the comforter.

Dean stretched Cas wide, listening to each tiny change in his breathing and speaking soft praise to him as he moved his fingers in him. When he was wide and ready, he retracted the digits to replace them with his mouth again, licking into Castiel's hole, which twitched and tried to find something to latch onto other than the slick slide of Dean's tongue.

"So needy," Dean growled against the skin before he moved his mouth to suck a hickey into the pale skin of Castiel's buttocks.

Castiel shivered and then he jerked violently when Dean put his pointer in him again and swiped at his prostate once before quickly drawing it out, leaving his hole to close and open around empty air. When Castiel basically screamed his name, Dean finally sat up properly and slicked up his own dick, coating it from base to tip lazily, while he raked his eyes over Cas, spread open for him, quivering slightly as he canted his ass higher, wordlessly begging and making Dean's cock throb in his slick fist.

He pressed a single kiss to the knob of Castiel's spine before pressing the tip of his cock barely at Castiel's entrance. Cas's hips jerked back as he tried to get Dean to slip in further. Dean planted his palm on the small of Castiel's back and pushed in a bit further. He had to stop for a moment though and just enjoy the amazing pressure that was Cas.

"Christ, Cas," he gasped, his other hand gripping Castiel's left cheek, "You're so fucking tight."

A gargled "Dean" was the only response and Dean pushed in all the way, burying himself up to his balls in glorious, tight, Cas. He pulled out and then pistoned his hips into Cas again, drawing an animalistic noise from the angel beneath him.

On the fourth snap of Dean's hips against him, Cas seemed to get the idea, rocking back to meet Dean thrust for thrust until they were both panting loudly. Dean's right hand had worked its way into Castiel's hair and he was yanking his head to the side ever so slightly while the other held him in place by the hip as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room.

Dean had a hard time keeping track of who was making which moans, but every now and then Castiel would positively shriek in pleasure before burying his face into the comforter once more and mufling his cries. Dean yanked his head up, demanding, "Wanna hear you, Cas!"

Castiel's jaw went slack as Dean rammed into him again, stimulating his prostate. His eyes were wide and when he did make a sound it was a long drawn out whine that ended with him arching his back in a near impossible position and coming all over the sheets underneath him.

Dean gasped as everything became even tighter. He could hear Castiel's groan as he rode out his orgasm and the sound tipped him over the edge. He came hard and fast, emptying into Castiel before slumping onto him, pushing them both down on the sheets, which now smelled of drying semen instead of roses.

With a low grunt, Dean pulled his limp cock out of Cas and then flopped down next to him on the bed. Cas was still sprawled out, face down, his ass wide open despite the fact that Dean was no longer in it. A part of Dean wished he had a plug or something cause he'd really have loved to go another round, but he doubted that Cas was ready for sex toys, although the idea had merit for the future.

Dean propped himself up on his elbow and ran a hand through Castiel's sweat damp hair. Cas didn't move and for a moment Dean wondered if he had passed out, but then he raised his head up off the comforter and took a deep breath that ended in a shaky, "Dean."

Dean chuckled and ran his hands down over Castiel's sweaty skin. "Was it everything you expected?"

Castiel replied with a weak nod and then reached his hand over to Dean's, intertwining their fingers and pulling weakly on them. Dean's smile turned soft and he scooted over so that he could press a tender kiss to Castiel's open lips. Castiel made a disappointed sound when Dean pulled away to go grab a wet rag to clean up with.

He came back and ran the rag down Castiel's thighs and over his ass, clearing away the excess lube before pressing kisses to the places that he cleaned. Cas sighed happily and allowed Dean to flip him over so that he could get the jizz off his stomach and the front of his legs. Dean thought about licking up the cum around Castiel's dick, but Cas looked as though he were about to pass out at any second, so he just settled for the rag, quickly wiping Cas clean.

When Dean told Cas to get off the bed so he could take the soiled sheet off, Cas shook his head and curled up into a ball, reaching a hand out to Dean and groping at the air blindly. Dean swatted his fingers away and then made Castiel get up. Cas slumped against Dean and Dean held him up with one arm while tearing the messed sheet off with the other before letting Cas fall onto the under sheet.

Castiel sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to Dean again. Dean dropped the ruined sheet on the ground and stepped forward, fitting himself between Castiel's thighs and letting Cas kiss his way up his chest, making small humming noises and then motioning for Dean to dip his head down so he could kiss him properly.

Cas was never usually this affectionate after sex, and it was sorta weirding Dean out a bit. He pulled away from the slick slide of Cas's tongue, rubbing his fingers over Castiel's cheekbones and asking, "You okay?"

Cas nodded happily and then pulled Dean down on top of him so that they both were sprawled halfway on the bed. He giggled happily when Dean pressed a kiss to his collar bone and then said breathily, "I like it when you call me baby."

Dean snorted and moved them so that they were lying fully on the bed. He carded his fingers through Castiel's hair and Cas said softly, "I love you, Dean. I really do."

"I love you too, baby," Dean replied, using the word that he knew would make Cas smile wider.

Castiel's face lit up and he went to give Dean a sloppy kiss that ended in him just half heartedly mouthing at a spot under Dean's jaw. Dean angled his neck to give him better access, moaning encouragement when Cas began really getting into it, sucking and nibbling until Dean was sure there was going to be quite the impressive hickey there the next morning.

Castiel gave a quick nod after inspecting his work and then nestled closer to Dean. They spent several moments in content silence, and then Castiel said, "Dean, we should go to Disneyland for our next anniversary."

Dean laughed and pressed a kiss to Castiel's forehead. "Whatever you say."

The next morning, Dean awoke to Castiel rutting against his leg in his sleep. Dean's morning wood perked up expectantly at a low moan from Cas. He decided against a quick sleepy blow job cause the Jacuzzi was calling his name from the bathroom and he didn't want to be on the bed anymore due to the fact that the rose petal smell had come back and was bothering his nose.

He shoved at Cas to wake him up and Castiel blinked up at him sleepily, still slightly humping Dean's leg as Dean reached a hand down and ran his thumb down the shaft of Castiel's semi erect cock, musing, "I say we take care of that in the bathroom."

Castiel jerked a bit, but then nodded enthusiastically, following Dean eagerly. He set about finding some towels while Dean started up the Jacuzzi, making sure it was a decent temperature and that the water was all flowing properly before sinking into the warmth with a contented sigh. He closed his eyes and waited for the soft thump of towels being dropped onto the side of the tub and then the squelching of water as Castiel slid in next to him.

He cracked open an eye to watch as Castiel situated himself in one of the grooves of the tub, letting out a soft sigh before stretching out his right foot and brushing it along Dean's calf. Dean smiled and then slid through the water so that he was sitting in Castiel's lap, their partially hard cocks pinned between their stomachs.

Castiel looked at him through hooded eyes and Dean leaned down to capture Castiel's lips in a lingering kiss that escalated into him rocking against Cas slightly while Cas sucked on his bottom lip. When Dean slipped a hand between them and began fisting their dicks, Castiel drew his teeth across Dean's lip before throwing his head back and jerking his hips into the slow fuck of Dean's hand.

They both came quickly and Dean let the swirling water wash away the cum before going back to the other side of the tub and grabbing some nearby soap. As he started soaping up his forearms, Castiel gave him a look and the scooted over to him, planting himself between Dean's partially spread legs and leaning back against Dean's chest. He reached one hand behind him and angled Dean's face down so that he could kiss him softly.

Dean gave up trying to finish soaping his arms in favor for a long make out session. After Cas finally pulled away with a happy hum, he remained where he was, taking the soap from Dean and bringing it to a lather, which he rubbed over Dean's chest after turning around to face him. Dean let him soap him up and then did the same to Cas, moving onto shampoo afterwards and spending a long time styling Cas's hair in ridiculous ways.

They dried each other off afterwards and then spent a good deal of time using the room for its intended purpose again before finally checking out an hour later than they were supposed to, much to the annoyance of the hotel staff, who Dean pitied cause they weren't going to like the mess that he and Cas had made of the room.

The drive back to the apartment was spent listening to Led Zeppelin and Dean was rather impressed when Cas knew a few of the words and sang along with him, very off key, but the right lyrics nonetheless. They got back later than they'd told Charlie, so late in fact that both Charlie and Sam were passed out on the couch when they came in, and Dean didn't know whether to be angry or laugh when he saw that the two had made what looked like Storm Troopers out of marshmallows and chocolate syrup, which was all over the counter and meant that he and Cas would be doing some extensive cleaning of their own before they turned in for the night.