There was something good cooking and its enticing scent immediately made his stomach grumble. It was dark outside but it was winter and looking at the clock, it was still early evening. He had just had sex. With Dean. He was still processing that, even though he could recall in perfect clarity what they did together. This was a major step for them, if this did indeed mean a 'them'. There was always the likely course that Dean would probably not want to do this again or go into a relationship. Given his history of just doing one night stands and avoidance of relationships, including the fact that this would be a homosexual one, meant it had little chance. Sighing, he wasn't going to let this sink his happiness, not yet. So for now, he's going to enjoy this.

Hopping in the shower for a brief minute to clean himself, he just put on the sweat pants he was wearing earlier and a t-shirt. Entering the main part of the cabin, he saw Dean had his back to him. All he was wearing was the grey boxers and Henley he stripped off earlier. Tilting his head, he couldn't help but smile at the Dean being so…open. He must have sensed Cas there since he turned around with two plates in his hand.

Dean was smiling, "hey Cas, made dinner. Hungry?"

Seeing that Dean made hamburgers, his mouth began watering and he stomached growled much louder than before. He had been living off ramen noodles and canned goods for the past week. These looked positively delicious. Dean laughed at his reaction and set them on the small table.

Sitting himself down, he accepted the plate and a bottle of beer from Dean before he sat across from him. He took a bite as soon as he was able to get his hands around the monstrosity. It was immensely pleasurable and he looked over at Dean who was smiling even though he was chewing too. They are in comparative silence enjoying the food and the each other's company. It wasn't until he put the dishes away that Dean spoke again.

"So…Cas, you good?" Dean asked hesitantly, "with…you know."

Turning back to Dean, he sat in the chair facing him once again. "If you're referring to the hamburger, then yes, I am quite good. It was delicious Dean."

Dean gave him a not amused look, "you know what I mean Cas."

"I assume then you are referring to us having sex for the first time. I am also good with that. Are you?" He asked with a slight tone of concern.

Dean blushed a small amount, "well, I've never done it with a dude, but…it was good." Dean shifted in his seat a little. "But it's still confusing as hell Cas, I…care for you, but…I don't know what to make of…this."

"Then don't Dean. Don't think about it, if this was a onetime occurrence, then…"

"That's the thing Cas, I don't want this to be a onetime thing. Granted, it might take some time to get used to, uh, this. But at this point Cas, I really can't think of you not being in my life at all. We've gone through so much together man, I don't want to give that up because we slept with each other. Which technically, I don't count since there was no…uh, penetrating."

He thought for a moment, it seemed that Dean was at least willing to give it a try. Give what a try was little bit more difficult to define. They had a relationship of sorts as it was, they had simply now included sex into it. "I also want to keep our relationship Dean, but I also do not know where this will go. All I know is that I love you." Dean turned away for a bit.

"It's still freaking weird to hear that from a guy, let alone you." Dean said turning back to him.

"If it makes you feel better, I am not certain what that means fully. Great thought has been put into what it means from every person across human history, and they all seem to contradict each other. It is…confusing Dean. Love just so happens to be the easiest word to describe what I feel for you."

The sides of Dean's mouth turned slightly up, "I don't think anyone really knows Cas. I'm in the blind in this as you are. But…you're right, I suppose love is the easiest word to use. It's just not easy for me to use." Dean got up again, "I mean, ok….I love you too man."

He also got up and crossed the small space to Dean so they were face to face. "Love is the beauty of the soul. Your soul is beautiful Dean, you are beautiful."

"Quoting St. Augustine too Cas? Really?" Dean smirked as he ran his hand down his beard. "And we're still shaving this off."

"What? No, it keeps my face warm. " He frowned, he had grown quite fond of it, though it was itchy.

"If I'm gonna kiss you man, I don't want whiskers, they tickle."

He arched his eyebrow, "fine, but only because you're promising to kiss me again."

Dean smiled. "Deal…I brought razors and shaving cream, we can do it right now."

"And we can kiss afterwards?" He was getting a feeling of mischief from Dean. "And what do mean it doesn't count? We both reached orgasm." Then he smiled back, "though if you want to be…what's the word? Fucked, I would be more than happy to oblige."

"I ain't taking it in the ass Cas…but, uh, let's do this one step at a time ok? But another jerk off session, that I can do." Dean then turned around to get into his bag on the floor. Just then his phone rang phone from the coffee table in front of the couch. Picking it up he saw it was Sam.

"Hello?" he asked Sam.

"Cas! I think Dean's on his way to you. He said he was going on a solo wendingo hunt but I checked and there's been no sighting." Sam sounded somewhat panicked. Looking over at Dean he saw that elder hunter was already getting the stuff to shave him out of his bag.

"No need to worry Sam. He's already here." he replied once Dean was in the bathroom and he heard the water was running."

"And you're ok?"

"Yes, listen Sam, I have to go do something but I am going to give you the short version."

"Go? What? Short version? Are you ok?" Sam asked confused on the other end.

"Yes, to surmise, we fucked it out. Talk to you later Sam." He found using profanity easier since being human, and he realized that he had adopted some of Dean's crass humor. Shrugging, he headed into the bathroom.

After shaving Cas, which he had to do since the smug bastard claimed he didn't know how, they fell back into bed. How they ended up naked again somehow escaped him, but now Cas was sleeping again in his arms after they did it again. So he had sex with Cas…again. He was surprised he wasn't freaking out about this. Part of him was actually, but most of him was actually ok.

He looked at his phone which was in the pocket of his discarded jeans. Seeing that Sam blew up his phone with missed calls and texts. Cas told him that he simply informed Sam that they 'fucked it out' which was surprisingly accurate. He wished he could have seen Sam's face though, it must have been priceless. Sam wouldn't give him a hard time, he knew though his little brother would want to talk about 'feelings' again, but he didn't mind. This is something between him and Cas, and right now, it was great.

Was he going to be all dressed in rainbows shaking his ass to Lady Gaga? Hell no, but he was more than happy to be with Cas, and not just as a friend or now lover, but simply be there. No idea where this will lead to, but hell, he's had enough shit in his life. Cas just made him feel better about it, and he knew Cas needed him as much as he needed the ex-angel. There was a lot of stuff to get done, but for now, he was content. Tousling Cas's dark hair, he moved in closer to be more comfortable. Before drifting off to sleep, he thought of Cas and all the things they were going to do together. Never again will they be separated, not ever again.

A/N: And there we have mes amis, the end to this story. Technically, this is the second story I wrote since the other one was a trilogy. Now that I have gotten my feet wet, writing is not as daunting as it used to be. Thank you everyone who's read and left comments.

In regards to future work, I have already begun a new one. I like the ending of where Season 8 as a good starting point. I can see how the writers had a problem limiting Cas's powers. With him human in canon, it makes room for more complexity. Anyway, Season 9 is around the corner. Can't wait!