ã€ŠThe Love Potion Incidentã€‹


 The witch, the angel, the brother & the lovesick idiot

    Sam and Cass go to check Samantha''s rooms, while Dean is to keep an eye on her. But once the other two leave them alone, she smiles at the hunter and proposes: ¡°Well, Dean, as we wait for your brother and your friend to come back empty handed and apologize, can I offer you a drink?¡± Meanwhile the younger hunter and the angel find her spell book, hidden behind a closet in the kitchen. They also see her collection of herbs and dead animals and alarmed, Sam starts reading the page with the bookmark. As soon as he understands, he tells Castiel: ¡°I think Dean''s in danger. This is a love potion!¡± Cass turns on his heel and storms down the hall, back to the bedroom where Dean is guarding Samantha.

    The witch has her back to the door, because during her playful chat with Dean, she had moved around the room, maneuvering him closer to her bed. Dean has his eyes closed and his head tilted back, while downing a beer in one gulp. When Cass throws open the door and barges in, he cries out in fear: ¡°Dean!¡± The older Winchester opens his eyes and looks towards the door. Samantha meets his gaze, sure that she has won. And Dean does smile at her, a sweet, open, lovesick smile. Cass'' face flushes at the sight, and even more when he hears Dean say: ¡°Oh my God, I love you!¡± Then he starts to walk toward the witch. But instead of taking her into his arms, he looks right over her head, at Cass. And he shoves Samantha aside, taking the last few feet in a stride, to stand directly in front of his friend, ogling him from head to toe, just to then cup his face and plant a long, deep kiss on him.

    Samantha cries out in rage, and Sam comes flying through the door, to aide the others in apprehending the witch, but he is baffled by the sight of his brother kissing the angel. Castiel, overwhelmed by his own feelings, is unsure how to react and thus only halfheartedly pushes Dean, without much success. Samantha, seeing that she lost and not keen on being held responsible for Dean''s state by the other two men, throws some exploding powder at the floor, blinding the gang, and then shoves her namesake into the still kissing couple to escape. Cass tries to grab her, but when Sam stumbles against them, all three fall to the floor.

    Once they hit the ground, Dean finally lets go of Castiel''s lips, but only to hastily stand and pull his friend up with him, asking with a worried face: ¡°Cass dear, are you alright, are you hurt?¡±, all the while ignoring Sam completely. ¡°Yeah, I''m okay.¡±, the other answers confused, the look of shock still on his face. ¡°What about you? Are you feeling¡­ strange, Dean?¡±, he carefully asks. Dean takes both his hands into his, smiling a radiant smile and answers cheerfully: ¡°Oh, I''m so happy, I still can''t believe it... how could I be so blind all these years!¡± And he starts kissing Cass'' hands. While never leaving his eyes, he exclaims: ¡°You are so beautiful, so wonderful, so pure! I love you so much, babe, I never want to part with you ever again!¡± He almost starts crying from joy, tenderly plastering the angel''s hands with kisses.

    Cass and Sam on the other side look at each other horrified and Sam tries to talk to his brother: ¡°Dean? Dean! That''s not you! That Samantha gave you some potion, to turn you into her slave! What you''re feeling isn''t real!¡± Hearing this, Castiel has to swallow hard, but chimes in: ¡°Yeah Dean, you''re not yourself. Try breathing steady for a while, I''m sure it''ll fade soon.¡± But Dean just looks at his mouth and whispers: ¡°You have such a wonderful voice. I could listen to you for days! And your mouth... your lips, your tongue, your perfect teeth... I want you so much!¡± His grip tightens and he moves closer.

    Sam tries to step in and places one hand on both mens shoulders to push them apart. Only to get sucker punched in the face by Dean. Sam is so surprised, that he trips and falls flat on his back. Dean turns to him for the first time, standing in front of Cass as if to protect him and shouts: ¡°Keep your hands off him, he''s mine!¡± Sam holds his jaw where his bro hit him and yells: ¡°Hey idiot, I''m your brother, calm down!¡± But Dean just stares at him and insists: ¡°So? Wouldn''t be the first time you tried to steal my love, bitch. But you''re not getting him, he belongs to me!¡± Cass, unable to handle the situation, looks at Sam and says: ¡°You better find a way to fix him, fast! I need to go!¡± And with that, he disappears.

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    However, as soon as the angel leaves, Dean gets really agitated. He looks around confused and starts to shout: ¡°Castiel? Cassie? Babe? Where''d you go? Honey? Cass?¡±, pacing around the room, getting faster and even more wound up. Sam tries to stop him: ¡°Woah, Dean, chill out! This isn''t you...¡±, but Dean gets more aggravated by the second, pulling his hair, screaming and sweating, with fear on his face and tears in his eyes. ''Good God!'', Sam thinks, ''He is like a puppy whose owner left for work.'' But Dean seems like he is really in pain. And then, he suddenly grabs the empty beer bottle Samantha had left, smashes it against the table, and uses the resulting shards to slash at his left wrist. Sam tries to stop him, but Dean kicks at him, crying out: ¡°Castiel! Baby, please come back! Cass!¡± The blood is squirting everywhere, but Dean seems more freaked out by Cass'' absence, than by the deep cuts he is inflicting on himself.

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    As he is just about to move to his neck, the angel returns and slaps the glass pieces out of his hand. Immediately, the hunter starts to calm down and resumes to stare at his person of interest. Cass gives him an angry look, but grabs his bleeding wrist and starts healing him. This lets Dean relax even more, and he gives a little content sigh, much to the embarrassment of his brother and his friend. Cass, once finished, wants to start yelling at Dean, demanding why he would do something so stupid, but his infatuated friend stares at him with loving eyes and hums: ¡°Please don''t leave me again angel! I need you, I can''t be without you, I... I just love you so much, it hurts!¡± And with that, he pulls him into a big hug, holding him tight, crying at his shoulder for relief. Cass looks at Sam in deep confusion and starts gesturing behind Dean''s back. Sam though starts reading the spell book again.

    After some time, in which Dean starts cuddling Cass, stroking his back and bumping his head against the other man''s like a kitten, Sam calls out: ¡°Oh fuck! I understand what''s going on now. This won''t be easy.¡± ¡°Why, what is it?¡±, Cass demands. ¡°Well, this is a very strong spell, much stronger than I suspected, and intended to turn the victim into a lovesick slave for whomever he or she first sees after drinking the potion. That''s what must have happened, he saw you before he looked at Samantha! And now he thinks he''s madly in love with you! But the worst thing is, we can''t just isolate him and wait for the effect to wear off, like some other spells would allow us. Whenever the object of his affection is too far away from him, or if he gets rejected, he is put under strong mental stress and physical pain! And it won''t become better with time... in fact, separating you from him might... kill him!¡±

    Sam had to pull himself together to utter these last words. Castiel becomes pale. This is all too much for him. So when Dean turns his head to whisper in his ear: ¡°Oh, you are so cute, my little honey bunny!¡±, Cass jumps in fright, knocking his friend back. But this gets Dean to tense up again and he pleads: ¡°I''m sorry honey, what did I do wrong? I won''t do it again, I promise!¡±, and he reaches for Cass'' hands. Cass looks at Sam in agony, but the young Winchester simply responds: ¡°As I said, rejection hurts him. We should try to get him home and I''ll search for a way to undo the spell. But you need to stay with him! Think you can handle it?¡±

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    When the three step outside, Cass is the first to reach the Impala and sits in the left backseat. But both he and Sam are surprised when Dean doesn''t take his place in the driver seat, and instead circles the car to sit in the back with Cass. He is still wearing a lovesick smile and stares at the angel longingly. By now everyone realizes that this love spell is a damn serious matter and that Dean is no longer himself. Sam examines the scene, but then shrugs and takes the wheel to get them back to their current base. It is a quiet ride, Dean isn''t even missing his music, but he does reach for Cass'' hand and squeezes it tight. Sam just looks at them, half amused and half worried for his brother, while the angel shifts in his seat and nervously pulls back his hand to tighten and loosen his tie.

    Suddenly Dean leans over to Cass'' ear and hushes: ¡°Oh Cass, I want you so much! I could do you right now in the car! Would you like that?¡± Cass inhales sharply, but keeps his eyes straight ahead. He is hearing the heavy breathing from his friend, and seeing him bite his lower lip out of the corner of his eye. Then Dean pulls back to gaze at him again. His green gems seem to be glowing, radiating like the heat from his body. To break out of this magic moment, Cass casually interjects: ¡°You don''t really mean that.¡± ¡°Oh, but I do!¡±, Dean insists, and places a hand on Castiel''s knee, ¡°I would do anything for you... or with you!¡± The last words are just above a whisper.

    ¡°What did he tell you?¡±, Sam asks, noticing the angel''s shocked expression in the rear view mirror. ¡°Nothing. Nothing important.¡±, Cass answers evasive. Dean starts stroking his leg, while looking at him seductively. Then he leans in closer again, but instead of hushing more forbidden thoughts at Cass, he simply sticks out his tongue and licks over his earlobe. Cass shrieks and elbows Dean out of reflex, throwing him to the other side of the car. Dean immediately starts to apologize: ¡°I''m sorry love, I didn''t know... I won''t do it again, I''m so sorry, please don''t be mad!¡± ¡°What did he do?¡±, Sam inquires in a worried voice. ¡°He licked my ear!¡±, Cass exclaims, still in shock. ¡°I''m sorry, it won''t happen again...¡±, Dean tries to appease him, but the angel cuts him off: ¡°Just stop touching me! Okay? No more touching my body without my permission! You got that?¡± ¡°Yes. I''m sorry.¡±, the hunter answers sad. ''Oh man, this will be harder than I thought!'', Sam ponders to himself.

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    ower with me! I know a few games for two we could have played under the tab!¡± Castiel is about to push Dean away, but then remembers he would only cause him stress and gain nothing, so he simply says: ¡°I''m afraid of water.¡±

    This is BS and he knows that Dean would know that, but instead his friend looks at him pitiful and murmurs: ¡°Oh, I''m sorry. Okay, no water. Well then...¡±, he looks at him seductively, ¡°How else would you like to have me?¡± Cass can feel himself turn hot and cold, and without thinking responds: ¡°Uhm, right now I''d rather have breakfast!¡± Dean looks at him with surprise, but then says: ¡°Okay love, I''ll whip something up for you! But... in case you get hungry for something else... you can have me for breakfast any time!¡± And with that he plants another quick kiss on his friends cheek, before finally leaving to get dressed. Castiel is shaking and hopes to get a chance to calm down at last, but when he doesn''t follow Dean to his room, he calls out for him: ¡°Are you coming, honey?¡± With some effort Cass can convince him to dress himself without his assistance: ¡°Just put on something clean and surprise me!¡±, and ponders over what Sam had told him.

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 Deans romantic reaction

    Normally, angels don''t sleep. But normally, they don''t eat either. Or drink. Or act human at all. Being with the Winchester''s for so long, Castiel had adopted more and more human behavior, human needs, and human feelings. The last being a burden he felt very strongly these last few days. It put a lot of stress on him. So, perhaps this is the reason that Cass finds himself actually waking up in the morning. It takes him some time to realize this, so he needs a moment longer to notice that Dean isn''t at his side anymore. Confused, Cass gets up and looks around the room. Nothing unusual. He carefully makes his way to the door, listening to every sound he can make out. Then he opens it and steps out into the hall. Still nothing. The door to the bathroom is open, also empty. Feeling worry rise in his chest, Cass makes his way down the hall to the kitchen, where he hears the sound of cutlery.

    Sam is sitting at the table, eating a bagel. When Cass enters, he looks up surprised and tries to see past him. Then he asks: ¡°Where is Dean?¡± Cass replies: ¡°I was about to ask you the same! When I woke up, he was gone!¡± Sam gets up, but then stops, puzzled: ¡°Wait... you woke up? I thought angels didn''t need sleep. You''re supposed to be our watchdog!¡± ¡°Forget it, I''m not playing fetch for you.¡±, Cass gives back, walking past the young hunter to look out the window facing the front. ¡°It''s just an expression, because you are always... Hhhh, alright never mind. You''re not gonna find him there, I''ve been here since half past eight, and now it''s... almost ten. And I didn''t hear or see either of you. I thought you guys were gonna sleep in.¡±, Sam explains. Then he furrows his brow and after some thought asks exited: ¡°Hey, does that mean he''s back to normal? Did you find... I mean did something good happen?¡±

    Castiel''s heart aches as he remembers the previous night and he responds: ¡°Not that I''m aware of, no.¡± ¡°Really?¡±, Sam inquires, ¡°It sounded like...¡± ¡°Like what?¡±, the angel swings around, tense. ¡°Well, um, I just thought... Nothing, I guess I was wrong.¡±, Sam backs up. He doesn''t want to embarrass the other man by revealing that last night he had heard something that sounded like his brother moaning, and that he had hoped, whatever they were doing helped release Dean''s tension. Instead he focuses on the current situation and suggests: ¡°See here Castiel, it shouldn''t be a problem for you to find out where he is, right? I mean, with your bond, you always knew where he was and if he needed you, so why not just check on him this way?¡± But to his astonishment the angel answers: ¡°I''d rather not.¡±

    Sam inquires: ¡°But why not? It should be easy enough.¡± The angel answers evasive: ¡°Usually I''d have to agree with you. But since this change in Dean''s personality, it is... hard on me.¡± The hunter eyes him bewildered: ¡°How so?¡± Cass tries not to look at him as he confesses: ¡°It''s just... The bond I have with Dean pulls me close to him and lets me feel what he is feeling! But now, that is something very... painful for me. It''s just wrong and irritating. And during the last week I was constantly near him, so I didn''t have to use it, but it still started to affect me. So, I would like to wait a little before trying to find Dean that way, because it will... put me in his shoes. And that''s very unpleasant for me right now!¡± Sam is impressed, but also sympathetic with the angels struggle, that seems to have battered him quite a lot.

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    The young Winchester is about to say something compassionate, when Dean suddenly appears, entering the flat through the main door. Both Sam and Cass look at him perplexed: He is wearing a dark, ironed shirt over his black jeans, his shoes are clean and shiny and he must have gotten a haircut. Even his hands look like he treated them to some care and he''s carrying a big hand-tied bouquet. Smiling fondly he makes his way to Castiel. Then he hands him the flowers and coyly declaims: ¡°Here love, I got these for you! I hope you like them. The big blue one is an angel trumpet and these little white ones are called angel wings!¡±

    Cass is embarrassed by this considerable token of affection, so when he is handed the bouquet he quickly passes it on to Sam, mumbling: ¡°Ah, Sam, find a vase for these please?¡± Sam accepts the flowers and lays them on the table to start checking the cupboards for a vase, or bowl, big enough to hold them. When he finally comes up with a pot, he notices a note laying between the stems. Meanwhile, Dean keeps standing close to the swamped Castiel and continues: ¡°I didn''t want to worry you, but after what you said to me last night, I just had to go out and get you this!¡± Sam, raising an eyebrow, turns to his brother, who pulls out a small box from his pocket. And goes down on one knee.

    Sam''s eyes widen and Cass gasps in fright, exclaiming: ?Oh my God, no!¡° But the hunter calmly delivers a speech: ¡°My darling Castiel, I love you so much, that I wish never to be parted from you again! I want to take care of you, and protect you with my body and my soul! I want to please your every desire and fulfill your every wish! So I ask you: Would you make me the happiest man on earth and honor me by accepting my hand?¡± He opens the box, offering his beloved a silver ring, decorated with a tiny diamond surrounded by two engraved wings. It is inscribed with the compliment: ''To my angel Castiel, forever yours, Dean.'' Cass is speechless, shaken by his emotions, and doesn''t know where to look. Dean assures him: ¡°Baby, I promise, if you marry me, I will make you happy, and you''ll never be lonely! I will love you forever, stay by your side, and shield you from all evils. What do you say?¡±

    Cass is covering his mouth with one hand, trying to hold back, but he can''t prevent the tears that form in his eyes. It''s so unfair, all this pain, and he thinks: ''Lord, why do you test me so much? How have I wronged you, to deserve this?'' Sam observes the scene in a state of shock. This wasn''t his brother! Dean would never deliver such a sappy speech, he''s not the type to buy anyone expensive flowers or jewelry. Heck, he isn''t the type to even buy anyone cheap flowers or jewelry! And to top it off, he now mirrors Castiel''s reaction, tearing up while still holding out his gift. Dean is getting worried, while Cass finally decides ''To heck with it!'', and grabs Dean''s hand holding the ring. Unable to speak at first, he starts nodding frantically, until he lets out a long, tear-stricken wail: ¡°Yhhesss. Yes, yes of coursssse...¡±, he sniffles, ¡°Of course I''ll marry you!¡±

    A loud clanking bang erupts, as Sam drops the pot, petrified with horror, making the angel jolt. Dean jumps up too, but to embrace Cass, tears of joy streaming down his face and saying: ¡°Ah baby, thank you, thank you so much! You won''t regret it, I swear! Here, let me!¡± And with that, the hunter takes his angels trembling hand, and slips the ring on his finger. It''s a perfect fit, as Dean has spent the last nights carefully memorizing Castiel''s hands. Still crying, Cass looks down at the tiny gem with its wings and admits: ¡°It''s beautiful.¡± ¡°Like you!¡±, the older Winchester replies, wearing a radiant smile. Then he turns to his brother, walks over to him and asks happily: ¡°Sam, will you be my best man?¡±

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    The young Winchester is still dumbfounded, so he simply nods, only to also be pulled into a bear hug by his big bro. After that, the giddy Dean starts storming out of the kitchen, just to turn on his heel, double back to Castiel and kiss his now ringed hand. ¡°I''m so happy you said yes!¡±, he assures, ¡°And as promised, no sex before the wedding night! And no inappropriate touching! Oh, I will make the wait so worth your while sweety, you won''t be disappointed! I''ll go wash the car now, I''m taking you out to brunch to celebrate! You too Sam! See you, my love.¡± With that he gives Cass a peck on the cheek, flies out of the kitchen and exits the flat.

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    After a moment of silence, Cass drags his shaking body to the table and lets himself fall into a chair. There he rests his elbows, cups his head in his hands and weeps. Sam sits down next to him and comments: ¡°What, in the ever loving fuck just happened? Did Dean just propose to you?? And you accepted???¡± ¡°You were there Sam, you heard it, believe it.¡±, Cass whispers. ¡°Well, yeah, but I also heard him say he would take us out for brunch and that just proves, that this has to be a really weird dream!¡±, Sam retorts. But the angel shakes his head: ¡°It hurts enough to be real.¡± ¡°Dude, seriously what the F? Why, how, what... What have you two been talking about last night?¡±, Sam demands. Cass regards the bouquet lying in front of him and reaches for the card. Dodging the awkward conversation, he starts reading:

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    <u>¡°Why your partner chose this bouquet for you!</u>

    A little explanation guide to the language of the flowers:

    Blue iris ¨C good news, lust for life;

    white iris ¨C honesty, unconditional trust;

    white orchid/angel wings ¨C admiration, yearning;

    red orchid/angel sword ¨C lust, fervor;

    red roses ¨C passionate love;

    red chrysanthemum ¨C deep love, willingness to commit;

    blue forget-me-not ¨C true love, faithfulness;

    white freesia ¨C unconditional love, fondness;

    white lily ¨C pure love, light in the darkness;

    red lily ¨C divine grace, sensuality;

    white altar-lily ¨C immortality, admiring beauty;

    blue angel trumpet ¨C holy destiny, overcoming obstacles;

    blue brunnera/silver heart ¨C pure soul.

    Supplementary note: Customer requested red, white and blue flowers, as symbol for his own deep passion and for his loves pristine spirit and piercing blue eyes.¡±

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    ¡°I''m sensing a pattern here!¡±, Sam observes, after reading over his shoulder. Then he watches Cass long and hard, before blurting: ¡°He tried to sleep with you, didn''t he? And you told him to put a ring on it first! That''s what happened, am I right?¡± Cass cringes, but nods mutely. ¡°Oh my God, I knew it! I knew I heard something!¡±, Sam calls out, but quiets down as soon as Cass looks at him. Then he resumes: ¡°Well, it''s like the book said, the victims efforts intensify with every day. That also explains this whole courtship! Honestly, I''ve never seen my brother put this much struggle into winning anyone, ever! Like, sure, the florist will have told him about what flower symbolizes what, but he actually chose a theme, kept to it and was willing to pay bulk loads of money for it. And don''t get me started on the ring, that must have cost an arm and a leg! I''m sure those wings were custom made, and that''s a real stone, goddammit! AND he managed to get all that done in one morning, while also prinking himself up!¡± ¡°Yeah. He looked real dandy.¡±, Cass utters weakly. When Sam gives him a baffled look, he doesn''t even try to hide his remark. He is just so done with it all!

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    The rest of the day develops surprisingly pleasant and unrushed. The Impala is shiny and tidied up, and Dean takes them to a nice bistro up town, where they order brunch. It''s just awkward that EVERYONE seems to know about the engagement, as total strangers give them questioning looks and switch to knowing smiles, when they see Castiel''s hand with the ring. Some even congratulate him! ¡°Well, at least they are supportive... guess we are no longer in redneck county.¡±, Sam comments. Cass is just embarrassed, but Dean seems to enjoy the attention, standing or sitting close to the angel with his arm around him as if to say: ''Look everyone, this is my man!''. The only bit of excitement comes after they had brunch and are sitting over coffee.

    When Dean leaves for the bathroom, not without giving Cass a big kiss on the cheek and chiming: ¡°Be right back, my love!¡±, Sam leans over to the angel and asks: ¡°Hey, what did the other angels say to this?¡± Castiel looks at him horrified and mutters under his breath: ¡°Are you crazy? I''m not gonna tell them about this!¡± Sam rolls his eyes and retorts: ¡°Not the proposal you twit, I mean, did anyone come up with an idea about the spell?¡± Cass'' face is flushed with shame, and he turns away, saying: ¡°Oh. Well... I didn''t tell them about that either.¡± Sam blinks, but then bursts out: ¡°Excuse me? You''re giving me a hard time, because I, a single human, didn''t come up with a solution, working my ass off trying to translate nearly unreadable books and looking for clues in other spells, but you have an army of supernatural, immortal experts that you can talk to over angel radio with one thought, and you didn''t even consider asking them for help? Are you fucking kidding me???¡±

    ¡°I can''t tell them, okay?¡±, Cass shoots back, angry and hurt, ¡°You humans still don''t understand how this connection works! If I open my mind to the others, they know and feel, what I know and feel! So I can''t tell them about Dean and me, because it''s painful, and horrible, and embarrassing, and I just can''t stand it!¡± Cass has gotten up during his speech and is now standing over Sam. The whole bistro has gone quiet and everyone is looking over to them, as the angel was shouting the last sentence. He looks around and hates himself for losing control like that, just when he hears Dean''s shaking voice behind him: ¡°Is that how you really feel?¡±

    As he turns to him, Cass can see the fear in the hunter''s watering eyes, damn he can even hear his silent plea: ''Don''t leave me, please don''t leave me...'', and it breaks his heart. So he goes over to Dean and states: ¡°No. It''s just... you know, the others like me... my family! They would never understand this. They would laugh, or judge, or be appalled... They could never understand.¡± It IS partially true. Angels are not humans. They don''t grow old and die. They''re not supposed to have emotions like these! Having a boyfriend, a lover, a husband for heavens sake... it was unheard of! Yes, some angels were more... carnal than they should be. But none ever seriously got ''engaged'' with a mortal. And of course, they didn''t feel love. Not this kind anyways.

    So he doesn''t want the others snooping inside his thoughts and feelings. Dean, hearing Castiel''s excuse, immediately calms down and pulls him into a tight hug, as he exclaims: ¡°Oh darling, that is so sad, I''m sorry. Look, you don''t need to tell them, if it pains you so. Just forget about them. I love you, and I will be your family, me and Sam, we''ll both be there for you! I mean, that''s what marriage is about, right? Becoming a family! And I promise, I will never judge or laugh at you. I love you!¡± Cass awkwardly hugs him back, and the other customers sigh ''Awws'' and applaud, while Sam just cringes, rubbing his forehead.

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 Sassy witch and steaming angel

    want that?¡±, the witch asks sly, ¡°Isn''t he the perfect lover to you now? Doesn''t he wait on your hand and foot, trying to please your every desire?¡±, she lowers her voice, ¡°Even the really juicy, messy, perverted stuff you only dare dream about, when you are standing in a dark corner, all by yourself? Come on angel, be honest: How often did you use his all too willing body for your pleasure?¡±

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 The final touch

    ¡°How do I look?¡±, Cass asks Sam. He is standing in front of a big mirror, dressed in a black suit, white shirt and dark blue bow tie. Sam looks him up and down and replies: ¡°Like James Bond!¡± ¡°Who''s James Bond?¡±, the angel queries puzzled. ¡°Never mind. What''s with the blue tie? I thought you and Dean agreed on this fancy ''happy angel'' orchid for the corsage! Isn''t it red? That won''t match.¡±, Sam teases. Cass blushes a bit and explains: ¡°Well, yes, but I like blue ties and Dean said it matches my eyes! And anyways, you''re supposed to wear something blue!¡± Sam snorts a laugh and digs deeper: ¡°Um, did you consider that that''s usually the brides job, wearing a blue garter? It''s supposed to symbolize virginity and fidelity! Is that what you''re going for?¡± Cass turns bright red and shyly turns back to the mirror, deflecting the attention from him by wondering: ¡°How come you know stuff like that? I didn''t think you''d be interested in wedding traditions!¡± But the younger Winchester clarifies: ¡°Hey, my big brother asked me to be his wing man in organizing a romantic wedding for his ''winged man'', of course I research stuff like that!¡±

    Cass flinches at this remark, but tries to stay calm as he responds with: ¡°And you think I''m the bride?¡± Sam looks at his shoes and quietly muses: ¡°Sure. I mean... one of you would be... and Dean''s certainly the man...¡± Just then the seraph looks at him, while absentmindedly fumbling with the bow tie: ¡°But Dean said he wouldn''t mind?!¡± ¡°Well, yeah you kn-waaait a minute!¡±, Sam stares at Cass in surprise, ¡°You guys already talked about THAT?!?¡± ¡°What? No! No, we didn''t... Not explicitly, we... He just mentioned once, that he doesn''t care about who holds... what... position.¡±, he tries to make it sound incidental, but his nervous hands and deep blush tell Sam another story that the young hunter chooses not to follow up on.

    Instead he interrogates: ¡°Why are you dressing up anyways, I thought the wedding isn''t until tomorrow? Or did Dean re-schedule it because he can''t wait?¡± ¡°Ha, don''t give him any ideas! I swear, he is getting worse by the hour. Last night I had to hold him against my chest to hear my heartbeat, or else he wouldn''t have been able to sleep! And even then he was still trembling.¡±, Castiel reports. Sam is baffled: ¡°You still have a normal heartbeat?... Hmmm. But what you''re telling me doesn''t sound good. Dean must really be getting desperate. Are you sure you wanna go through with this charade?¡± Cass, uncomfortable with the whole situation, decides to switch back to his normal attire. Once he''s standing in his old coat again, he feels better and retorts: ¡°Of course I have a heartbeat, Sam, why else would I bleed? And what do you mean ''Do I want to go through with it''? It helped Dean so far, so of course I''ll be there for him.¡±

    Sam gives him a look of concern and explicates: ¡°Yeah, but you are aware of what he''s gonna be wanting to do, once you are ''on your honeymoon''? He already told me to go look for a hostel or something, so he can be alone with you! What are you gonna do then?¡± The angel snuffs: ¡°I''ll think of something.¡± ¡°Like what?¡±, the young hunter demands. Castiel mumbles: ¡°I don''t know yet, something that will help him...¡±, but Sam interjects: ¡°How? I''m pretty sure we already did everything and he''s getting worse, I don''t think he can control himself much longer!¡±

    Cass is getting angry and shouts: ¡°Well what would you do?? Just run away and let him die? Or stay and be there for him, even if it means... doing...¡± He can''t bring himself to finish, but Sam states: ¡°Dude, I''m his brother!¡± ¡°So what?¡±, Castiel snaps back, ¡°You love him, you don''t want him to die, so don''t tell me you wouldn''t do anything possible to help him!¡± Sam considers this and suddenly envisions himself lying in bed with his brother, his longing eyes on him, his strong arm reaching for his naked body... He has to shake his head to rid himself of the image and nauseated answers: ¡°Well... I would... try.¡± ¡°And that''s what I''ll do. Try. There''s no more I can do.¡±, Cass shuts off the argument and leaves.

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    ¡°...And do you, Castiel Jones, take Dean Winchester to also be your husband, for worse, for better, forever, until the Lord calls you home, then answer with ''Hallelujah''!¡±, the gospel preacher shouts through the nearly empty church. Sam tries to keep a straight face, as Cass calmly answers with his ''Hallelujah'', making Dean tear up, along with some older residents from Green Garden, who came to witness the towns first gay wedding. To add business to glamour, the registrar had agreed to let them sign the certificates during the ceremony, so that everything could be done in one go. So both Dean and Cass now sign their names in the lower right hand corner of the paper, Castiel having to briefly pause before writing Castiel Winchester on the dotted line.

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    This time it feels like a kick to the stomach. When Dean had asked, what they should use as their future family name, Sam had played along and suggested, that he simply take on the hunters'' name. At first Cass felt strange, as the name does carry so much heritage and meaning. But then, for a brief moment, both Dean and Castiel wore happy smiles when they thought of how that would make them even more of a family. But now it just hurts to read the lie that would never be true. ¡°You may now kiss!¡±, the preacher bellows, pulling the angel back to the reality at hand. He braces himself for a passionate assault. But Dean doesn''t budge. He clearly waits for Cass to make the first move this time. All eyes are on him and he starts to become nervous. He knows he mustn''t wait too long, lest he wants to upset Dean again, so he takes a step towards his ''husband'', places his hands on his shoulders and, with a nervous smile, tries to lean towards him. But his own feelings and Dean''s longing green eyes on him make his head swirl.

    Suddenly he finds himself sitting on the floor. ¡°He''s alright folks, you can go back to your seats!¡±, he hears Sam shout and looking up finds himself in Dean''s arms, the hunter smiling down at him and whispering: ¡°Baby you scared me! You have to take more care of yourself! I knew I shouldn''t have let you skip breakfast. But... it''s really cute of you to faint during the ceremony!¡± He helps him stand back up and plants a kiss on his cheek, never letting go of his hands. Just when Cass awkwardly grins at the onlooking guests, he hears Dean breathing in his ear: ¡°Don''t worry love, once we are alone, we''ll have plenty of time to kiss. And I''ll make sure, you only pass out from what comes afterwards, not before.¡± This sends shivers down Castiel''s spine and he is thankful that Dean is still holding him, or he might have dropped to the floor again.

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    After the service, they move to the church''s guest hall to dine and shake hands with the townsfolk who helped prepare the wedding. Cass is quite uncomfortable with all the attention, even more, when Sam suddenly disappears and he is left alone to deal with the nosy observers and his newly-wedded husband. He escapes into a corner to hide behind one of the drapes covering an alcove, but even here he can''t have five minutes of peace alone: Dean finds him, sneaks up on him and hugs him from behind. Then he whispers: ¡°Hey babe, what''s the matter, too much of a crowd? I get that, I''d rather be alone with you too. Have quite a few ideas, where I''d rather be with you. Can you guess what I''m thinking of?¡± ¡°I don''t have to guess,¡± Cass gulps, ¡°I can feel it!¡± Dean''s hips are pressing against his backside, making his erection all too tactile. Dean smirks and cuddles even closer, to hush into his ear: ¡°If we are quiet, we just might be able to... you know... I mean I never did it in public before! Could be exiting. What do you say?¡±

    Cass immediately tenses up and swallows hard. He feels the blood rushing in his ears, making him dizzy again. So instead of simply telling his ''lover'' no, or better ''hell no!'', he babbles: ¡°You don''t have to ask me, I wouldn''t know...¡± But this somehow has the intended effect of getting Dean literally of his back. Just to have him turn Castiel around to look at him with a puzzled expression. Then his eyes get big and he sharply inhales to ask: ¡°Wait... I never thought of this, but... Cass, have you even had sex before?¡± The angel is dumbstruck by this inquiry and has to look at his feet when he mumbles: ¡°Well, no. Not with this body... or any other for that matter. I know that my vessel has had sex before, but me... no I... I never did.¡± He feels Dean''s grip on his shoulders tighten and can hear him hold his breath. Did he say something wrong? He looks up and sees his friends eyes water!

    Then he lets out a quiet laugh to prattle: ¡°Oh my... you really did save up! You saved yourself and now you are willing to give yourself to me? Me?? Wow. Wow! That''s... I don''t know what to say... I hope I didn''t scare you with all the things I said I wanted to do with you! I... I promise, I''ll be gentle, love, I''ll go easy on you!¡± Then he carefully pulls Cass into a soft embrace, petting his back and assures him: ¡°I will be careful with you, my precious angel! And if there is something that scares or hurts you, you say right away and I''ll stop, okay? I just want to pleasure your body best I can.¡± Cass just hugs him back and nods. ''If I could tell you about what scares and hurts me, then none of this would be happening...'', he thinks sadly. Just then they are discovered by the elderly librarian, who starts to catcall on them, alerting her friends from the choir and forcing them to come out, and listen to insufferable dumb jokes about married life.

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 The last straw

    The service and the buffet are finished and most of the guests are leaving, forcing Dean and Cass to shake hands with everyone again, much to both their distress. Cass would rather be anywhere else and Dean would rather finally be alone with him to ''celebrate the joys of matrimony'' as the preacher put it. Just then, Sam re-emerges and pulls Cass aside with an exited look on his face. Dean shoots him a jealous frown, but when he re-assures his brother, that he''s only giving the ''bride'' some tips before leaving for his hotel, the ''groom'' calms down and continues complimenting the guests outside.

    ¡°What''s up Sam, where have you been?¡±, Castiel demands, but Sam asks right away: ¡°Can you give me one of your feathers?¡± Cass looks at him as though he just asked him to go drink the blood of a newborn, and retorts: ¡°Did you sniff some weird herbs? What the heck Sam, no I will absolutely NOT give you a ''feather''! My wings are holy, they have been touched by God, they carry my grace, they...¡± ¡°Yeah, yeah, I know, no touching the wings for fun, but this isn''t some curiosity thing! It might be the key to getting Dean back to normal!¡±, Sam gives back. Cass'' hopes rise, but then he furrows his brows: ¡°What do you mean, ''might''? This is serious, Sam, I can''t just lay hands on my wings for a hunch! How... Why do you need a feather anyways?¡±

    Sam lowers his voice as some people pass them and explains: ¡°During the service I noticed, that the churches archives have been opened, so I went inside to take a look! There are some old books down there, believed to have been written by saints or witches or whatnot... There was one in particular that has spells in it that are awfully similar to those in Samantha''s spell book! And it said, that all spells have a counter spell that can easily be created by mirroring the original spell, but exchanging the most important item for something opposite. The text went something along the lines of: ''Be the body alight, so must the counter be that of darkness, be it fire, so must there be cold, be it a precious gem, a useless clod of dirt be it, and be it the demonic, it must be that of the divine''! And the most important and difficult part of Samantha''s potion was the horn of a demon! What would be more divine, more opposite of a demon''s horn, than an angel''s wings?¡±

    Castiel is skeptical, but the young hunter''s face is radiating an excitement that is so atypical for him, that he leans in: ¡°Well... I can''t pull out a feather and give it to you Sam! It would burn your soul. How did you want to add it to the potion anyways?¡± The young Winchester replies: ¡°According to the spell book, the horn is simply added to the finished cocktail and dissolves by itself. Maybe Samantha just dipped it into the concoction and threw out the rest, cuz Dean certainly didn''t have to chew on his beer, now did he? And we didn''t find any leftover demon horn in her kitchen, so either she took the rest with her right away, or it dissolved. Anyways, I was busy brewing the same potion she made for Dean, all it is missing is the main ingredient! So if you''re saying I can''t touch the feather, it''s okay, I left the potion in Dean''s room. You can add it when you see fit and... I don''t know... mix it with wine to get Dean to drink it! It may sound like a long shot, but I believe it just might work!¡± ¡°Just might...¡±, Cass muses darkly and Sam nearly yells: ¡°Oh come on now, if legend be true you seraphs should have six fully feathered wings! And you can''t afford to spend one measly feather? Don''t angels ever molt?¡±

    ¡°I''m not a chicken Sam, we angels don''t molt, no! And this isn''t about a stupid feather! But what if this new concoction doesn''t cure Dean? What if it turns him into a monster? What if it makes his condition worse? What if it burns him from the inside and he dies a painful death?¡±, Castiel now shouts, glad that the hall is empty, but Sam snaps back just as harsh: ¡°Well he''s going down that path anyways, isn''t he? Isn''t he?? So what, if it happens a day or so sooner! Let''s be real, all this acting has probably helped Dean stay strong, but the potion already changed him into a lovesick idiot who''s set on humping you until he passes out! This isn''t Dean, this isn''t my brother anymore! You know it, I know it, the only one who doesn''t know it is him. So yeah, maybe when he drinks an angel-cocktail he turns into a vampire and obliterates in the sun, or we have to kill him because he''s become some other abomination, but the alternative is, he fucks you for a few days and then dies in your arms at best! Or he starts turning violent on you and you have to defend yourself by impaling him with your sword instead of your...¡±

    Sam turns away embarrassed and Castiel also turned red from shame, when Dean arrives, inquiring: ¡°All right, what''s going on here? What''s all the shouting about? I finally got rid of the spectators, and when I come to collect my family, you two are screaming at each other! Sam, are you giving my beau a hard time?¡± Sam gives Cass a last pressing look and states: ¡°Well, we had a row, cuz I left something at the apartment and he wants me gone before you two head home. But okay, I said where it is, so if it annoys you, you know how to get rid of it! I wont bother you anymore, now it''s up to you.¡± And without a second thought, he turns around and just leaves them standing there.

    Had Dean been himself, he would have been puzzled by this weird statement and demanded answers, but this way he simply smiles at Castiel and coos: ¡°Oh. So you can''t wait for it either? Nice of you to take care of Sam like that! I love him and all, but...¡±, suddenly he scoops Cass up with his arms, making the angel screech in surprise, ¡°I want to be alone with my cute, sexy, amazing, beautiful husband, and have the privacy to do as we please! Because I want to please you, on every level, in every room, at every volume, every way possible, any way you like it babe! And as promised, I''ll take my time with you, start it off slow and smooth and then work my way up from there...¡± He''s carrying Cass as though he''s weightless and is walking towards the open portal leading outside, all the while looking deep into the older mans eyes. He keeps holding him, smiling, until he arrives at the Impala and let''s him down, only to gallantly open the door for him. ¡°Well? Get in honey!¡±, he says, gesturing with his hand. The sun shines on his own plain silver ring, sending a beam into Castiel''s eyes and making him squint. And that''s when he decides, that Sam''s right. ''I at least have to try. That''s what I said I''ll do. Even if it destroys me... or him.'', he thinks and he can feel himself tearing up, but due to the light, and it being their ''happy day'', Dean doesn''t question it and simply shuts the door, once he is seated.

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    The ride didn''t take long, despite Dean doing Cass the favor of driving according to the speed limit, because: ¡°I want us to arrive in one piece... dear!¡± When they''re home, Castiel has to really slow Dean down, as he throws off his tie and jacket right after coming in the front door, kicking away his shoes and tugging at his belt: ¡°Wait! I... Um... Can''t we do this together? You-you said you would go easy on me!¡± When Dean looks into his flushed face, he''s ashamed and agrees: ¡°I''m sorry love, you''re right! How selfish of me. Where would you like to start?¡± Cass remembers Sam''s words and, with a dry voice, answers: ¡°Your room? And could you get me some wine, I''d... I would like to drink to our engagement!¡± Dean''s happy face makes Castiel''s stomach turn, but at least the hunter is quick to oblige, rummaging in the kitchen, while Cass already goes into the bedroom.

    When he sees the new sheets, lined with some rose pedals, the lump forming in his throat seems to grow to boulder size, but he tries to focus, looking around for some glass, cup or other container holding a liquid that might be the potion. He spots a chalice on the windowsill, but before he can reach it, Dean returns with a wine bottle, two glasses and a wine opener. Before opening the bottle, he holds up the corkscrew, looks at Cass with a smug smile and claims: ¡°You know, there is a technique that''s named after this lil thing! If you like, I''ll show you later!¡±, and then, winking at the angel, continues to open the wine. He pours them each a glass and is about to hand one over, when Cass finally comes up with a way to distract him: ¡°Wait. You''re supposed to let it breathe for a while. And an... anyway, would you do me a favor?¡± Dean sets the glass back on the table and immediately replies: ¡°But of course, anything my darling, what can I do for you?¡±

    Castiel''s cheeks are getting hot as he lies: ¡°Well, you offered to... do... me... in every room, right? Would you please see to it, that all the curtains are drawn? And can you make sure, the lights are working? And... And get some candles to set the mood?¡± He''s now very uncomfortable, but Dean beams at him, stepping close to him and taking his ringed hand to gently kiss it, before giggling: ¡°You know angel, you''re even cuter when you''re being cheeky! Yeah, I''ll set the mood alright! Should have thought of that myself, actually.¡± But when he notices Cass'' trembling hand, he ever so softly plants a kiss on his cheek, just to whisper in his ear: ¡°Don''t be scared my untouched darling, I won''t bite... unless you ask me to! I''ll be careful and take you on this journey step by step, making sure you won''t stumble or fall. There is no rush, cuz...¡±, he pulls back to look into Castiel''s big blue eyes, ¡°We now have all the time in the world, haven''t we baby?¡± Cass has to work really hard to not melt down crying, but he manages to put on a friendly face and nod. Dean kisses his hand again and then rushes off to make sure the flat is set for some hardcore action that won''t get noticed by the neighbors. Or at least he thinks so.

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    Meanwhile, swallowing all his feelings, Castiel closes the door to have a moment of privacy. He has to relax, become whole, give in to his angel spirit to touch his wings. However, this usually puts him in a place where the other angels are connected with him, the state that the Winchester''s mockingly call the angel radio. And that''s the last thing he wants now. ''Please Lord, I need a part of my wing to save Dean.'', he silently pleads, ''He and his brother are protecting this world from so many evils, he deserves to live, he... He has a good heart! A pure heart! Please don''t let him burn if my grace touches his lips, please...''

    He finds that praying relaxes him, and without knowing how it came, Castiel is holding a tiny piece of his wings in his hands. He can feel it aching, can feel it missing from himself, hurt surging through his chest and all through his body. The pain swells and is numbing him, but then he looks at the chalice and suppresses the throes, moving fast to add the tiny piece of himself to the potion that hopefully cures his friend from the exhausting infatuation he has with him. As soon as the little ''feather'' falls into the black liquid, it swirls and bubbles, turning the concoction to a bright pink instead. Cass can hear Dean''s footsteps and hurries back to the table, quickly pouring the drink into the wine and throwing the chalice behind a pillow on a chair, just as Dean re-enters the bedroom.

    He looks so content, eager to get on with the task at hand, setting two candles on the table, lighting them and drawing the curtain behind Castiel, shrouding them in a romantic light. Cass is breathing heavily from the agony of losing a piece of himself, but he knows that it will fade. Yet the lump in his throat, that makes inhaling hard, and the fist in his stomach, together with the throbbing pulse in his head from his eyes constantly holding back the tears that want to drown him, really put him on the brink of a breakdown. And just then, Dean again tenderly holds him from behind. But this time he isn''t pressing his loins into his back, he just cuddles him, petting over his chest, rubbing his head against his neck and shoulder. It should hurt even more, this fake affection, but somehow Castiel lets it comfort him now instead.

    ¡°I''ve arranged everything. Are you ready, Cass?¡±, the hunter coos softly. The angel decides ''What the heck!'' and rubs over the strong arms that hold him, explaining: ¡°Sure love. Just the wine, I still want to have a drink first.¡± ''Can''t hurt, no matter how this goes now.'', he ponders. So when Dean releases him, he picks up his drink, waiting for the hunter to do the same. As soon as he touches the stem, Cass laconically proposes: ¡°To us.¡±, raising his glass for the toast. Dean snorts a laugh, and adds: ¡°Yeah. Short and to the point... To us. Let''s fuck!¡± Had Cass already taken a sip of his wine, he would have spit it out in terror. But having a mouth so dry, you could drain sand of its fluids, he keeps quiet. Even still when Dean doesn''t drink, but comes close again, reaching out with his spiked wine. First Cass looks puzzled, but then he understands: Dean wants him to drink from his glass and the other way around.

    ¡°No!¡±, Cass suddenly cries. ¡°But... what''s the matter honey?¡±, Dean asks with concern, pulling back the glass to set it down on the table. Dammit, he almost had it, how can Cass get him to drink? He spontaneously thinks up a lie: ¡°No, I... would rather have us keep to the old Hebrew tradition: first the groom downs his cup, and then the... the bride downs hers. It''s supposed to bring good luck.¡± Dean picks up his glass again, but refrains from drinking, looking at Cass with a wicked smile instead. Finally he chuckles: ¡°So you aren''t drinking with me, because... you are my bride?¡± Castiel''s cheeks flush again and he stutters: ¡°W-well your brother thought so anyways, so...¡± ¡°Why did he think that?¡±, Dean shoots back. Cass answers weak: ¡°Because I''m wearing blue, and apparently it''s the brides job to do so, to symbolize virginity.¡± Only afterwards does he realize his words, and looks at his feet, embarrassed. ¡°Oh. Well. Not very subtle then...¡±, Dean muses, the glass still hovering in front of his lips.

    ¡°Does this mean, you want to be the bottom too?¡±, he interrogates, raising one eyebrow, his lips curling upwards. Cass isn''t sure what it means, so he simply states: ¡°I don''t care. As long as it''s you, I''m fine.¡± Dean seems to consider this and then gives him a warm smile, observing: ¡°I''m flattered by your trust, babe. It''s nice to see you''re not afraid anymore!¡± ''If you knew,'' Castiel thinks, ''I am afraid! Afraid of losing. Losing my virginity, losing my grace, losing my faith, losing your friendship, losing your trust, but most of all, losing your life! I don''t know what I''ll do, if this kills you! I''m so afraid, Dean, you have no idea!'' And so, since it may as well all go to hell one way or another, when Dean finally tilts his head to empty his glass, the angel, for the first time aloud, confesses to himself and the hunter: ¡°I... love you... Dean Winchester!¡±

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 Back to something normal

    A car is pulling up to the apartment The clock in the kitchen loudly ticks. The room smells a bit of new plastic, lavender washing-powder and Dean''s aftershave. Castiel''s tormented wings hurt, making his back ache. One of the candles flickers, letting the shadows dance. The radiator in the bathroom hums. Cass'' mouth is still dry, making it impossible to swallow. One of the pillows on Dean''s bed is tilted to the side a bit, breaking the otherwise perfect symmetry. Cass is noticing all these things in the short second Dean needs to gobble up the wine, giving him a sincere look of joy and affection as answer to his statement, before closing his eyes. Then he coughs and time crawls onward at a normal pace again.

    Dean still coughs and Cass is about to walk up to him to pat his back, when he hears a key turning in the lock of the front door. Dean now pounds his chest and declares: ¡°Dammit, what the hell? This has to be the worst wine I ever had to drink. Where''s my beer?¡± Just then Sam enters, cautiously asking: ¡°Well? Did... did it work?¡± His brother turns to him confused and specifies: ¡°Did what work? Look what the hell''s going on? Where have you been? Where''s Samantha? And why are we standing in my room with the drapes closed at five P.M. and candles on the table like I''m on a freaking date?¡±

    Sam grabs Dean''s shoulders, overjoyed, and shouts: ¡°Thank God, you''re back to normal! Oh Dean, you... you have no idea what happened?¡± ¡°No, why? Why are we back home? What''s...¡±, he turns and catches sight of Castiel, who looks like he''s back at the edge of a nervous breakdown, leaning towards the abyss. Now Sam also sees him and deeply worried asks: ¡°Wait, did something happen? What''s wrong Cass?¡± ¡°Yeah buddy, what''s eating you?¡±, Dean adds concerned. The angel only manages to slowly shake his head at Sam, and turning to Dean, in a fainting voice, fighting back tears, pleads: ¡°Don''t... call out... for me. ...I ... I can''t stand it... please?¡±

    And with that he disappears. ¡°Cass wait!¡±, the older Winchester cries out, but his friend is gone. Dean turns to his brother, utterly confused, and demands: ¡°Would you please fill me in on what the hell is going on? What the fuck happened? Why is Cass so upset?¡± Sam looks his bro up and down and also takes a peek at the bed before relaxing and answering: ¡°Well Dean, um, that Samantha was a really nasty witch! When we confronted her, she put a strong spell on you, and... Castiel and I had to go to great lengths to get you sane again. Cass more than me actually...¡±

    ¡°Huh, how so? He''s our super weapon, but you''re the researcher and warlock, so to speak. What could he do, that you couldn''t?¡±, Dean interrupts. ¡°Wha-Well he, uh... look this would take forever to explain.¡±, Sam awkwardly lies, ¡°Just take it from me, he really took care of you, more than you can imagine, and he was under a lot of stress. I''m sure he just needs some time to recharge, before he''ll come back. Um, you should start packing, I think we overstayed our welcome in this town for long enough... The bouncing checks and declined credit cards could catch up with us any day now!¡±

    Sam doesn''t really know how bad things might get, since Dean insisted on taking care of, and thus paying for, everything concerning the wedding. But it was always a good excuse for them to ditch a town without further explanation, and he hurries to get out of Dean''s bedroom, and thus out of the situation, taking the wine with him, and leaving the older hunter to ponder over what he just witnessed. Instead of packing right away, he sits down and stares into the flame of the dancing candle, as if it could tell him, what he missed, and for how long. Heck, he doesn''t even know that! Was it a day, a week? Or longer? He''s about to get up and collect his dufflebags to throw his clothes and personal belongings into, when he sees something glitter on the carpet. He gets up, circles the table, crouches down and with a puzzled expression examines the object lying near the spot where Cass disappeared. It is a fancy silver ring. He picks it up and asks himself: ''How did this get in here? Did I have a date during this... time, who dropped her ring in my room, before or after we... well...''

    Just then he hears Sam going through the kitchen and calling to him: ¡°Hey Dean, wanna order something for dinner?¡± Not able to concentrate on both problems at one, Dean gets up, takes out his wallet and shoves the ring into an empty compartment without further examination, while absentmindedly answering: ¡°Nah, wait up, I ain''t got any money, I''ll just cook some leftovers...¡± When he enters the kitchen, he doesn''t notice his brother''s open jaw. Sam is totally caught of guard, thinking his bro would have to notice that he just said something incredibly weird for himself, and he''s even more staggered, when his lazy bum brother follows through on his promise and whips something up, like he did all these weeks for Cass. But since he really just throws together already cooked leftovers in a pan and covers them in cheese and ketchup, Sam decides, that this is just a coincidence, induced by his prior remark of their usual ill gotten game.

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    That night however, Dean can''t find any sleep. He is lying in bed, fluffing the pillows, wrapping himself in the sheets, just to throw everything out again, unable to get comfortable. Suddenly he realizes, what''s missing: Someone else. He is feeling lonely, yearning for a body next to him. He isn''t horny, or thinking about sex at all, it''s just... there should be someone there, holding him in his sleep. It''s strange to him. As far as he knows, he''s not had a steady relationship in years, so he doesn''t understand where this idea is coming from. But he''s sure that''s what''s missing. He can feel himself get sad and he doesn''t like it.

    And then he''s thinking about Castiel, thinking that he could chip in, as he could just lay awake, watching over him like the guardian angel he was... ¡°What the hell Dean? Where did that come from?¡±, he murmurs into the empty room. And deciding to take action he gets up and heads for the hall. At first he''s unsure of where to go next, but slowly his train of thought adds another station to the rails and he thinks: ''Heck, there is only one other person here dummy, might as well try there!'' So he walks towards his brother''s bedroom and listens at the half open door. He''s hearing some shuffling of fabric and thus quietly tries: ¡°Sam? Are you awake?¡± The noise is suddenly still and he can see the dark shape in the bed changed, as if his bro is sitting up now. Then he hears him respond just as quietly: ¡°Yeah, I''m still up Dean, what is it?¡± The older Winchester can feel himself blush when he realizes what he''s about to say, but this was his brother, he already disturbed him, and has done so for far worse reasons in the past, so he just goes for it: ¡°Can I sleep with you tonight?¡±

    ¡°WHAT???¡±, Sam screams, flashing his bedside lamp on, blinding Dean. ¡°Hey, what the fuck Sam?¡±, he squints. ¡°I could ask you the same!¡±, he shouts, and now Dean can see the panic on his face. Confused the older hunter explains: ¡°Come on now, that''s really unfair! I have no idea what happened to me, cuz you won''t tell me a thing, and now you treat me like some vamp, coming for your soul! I''m just lonely, man!¡± Hearing this, the younger man reconsiders, pointing the lamp away from his brother, and in a normal tone continues: ¡°Oh. Wait. You''re what? That''s...¡± ¡°I know it''s childish and I''m technically too old for this stuff, but I just miss having someone next to me. I guess this witch turned herself into my girlfriend and now I miss her and you didn''t tell me to spare me the shame, but... I''m really lonely.¡±, Dean tells Sam. His brother seems touched, but still uneasy by the idea, so he adds: ¡°Look, I just want to know there''s someone there... if you let me bring my mattress I can sleep on the floor, and not bother you, okay? Hey, you know me, I''m terrible at staying awake once I''m settled. And you can kick me if I start snoring. What do you say?¡±

    Sam, calm again, decides that that''s too much thinking this late at night, so he scoots over, pulls back the blanket and simply yawns: ¡°Nah, just get in, keep still, and shut up, I''m tired. I was only startled by the way you formed your request...¡± Dean is first surprised, but then takes the offer, scurries under the covers next to his bro as he kills the lights, and is about to lie down, when he realizes something: ¡°Wait a minute!¡± Sam lights the lamp up again, asking: ¡°Whut..?¡± ¡°You screeched because I said I wanna sleep with you, and you thought... sleep with you? Dude, that''s sick!¡±, he concludes, half hurt and half making fun. Sam just throws up his hands to parry: ¡°Hey, sorry, I''m already half-asleep, and it''s been a really long day and an even longer week!¡± Hearing this Dean quiets down, and they finally bid each other good night. When Dean wakes hours later from a noise, he finds his little brother cuddled up in his arms. ''Yeah sure, but I''m the weird one!'', he chuckles, before pulling him into a closer embrace, drowsing off again.

    When Sam wakes up the next morning to find Dean making breakfast, he can''t let it slide again, and bewildered asks: ¡°Say Dean, what''s up? Why are you still making breakfast?¡± But his big bro gives him an uneasy look and wants to know: ¡°What do you mean, do I still make breakfast? Don''t I always?¡± ¡°Well, you, uhm, you... yeah, I''m just surprised that you even do it on our last day here!¡±, Sam claims, wanting to dodge a conversation, and is simply content to still having a proper meal in the morning. He also bites his tongue, when Dean continues to do the dishes afterwards. And when Dean looks out the window, muttering. ¡°I wonder if Cass is doing alright...¡±, he notices his big brother picking up and drying off the same plate three times, before replacing it in the cupboard, but says nothing. Later he finds Dean''s bags, neatly packed in the back of the Impala, and when they split town, with no music on board, and Dean driving steady and below speed limit, he simply looks out the window and sends a prayer to heaven, thinking: ''Please be alright Cass! Dean''s missing you already!''

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    Meanwhile, Castiel has gone to a place, that only the angels can reach, an empty space that feels like the edge of the universe. They usually go there to think. But sometimes they come here to vent. And Castiel is taking all his anguish, and releases it into oblivion. He doesn''t care anymore, if any of the other angels will hear his pain or feel his thoughts. Let them laugh, let them judge, let them be appalled, he doesn''t care, he simply jumps into the emptiness of an endless black hole and screams his broken heart into the nothing. The space welcomes him in all his forms, letting him spread his broken angel wings, letting him tilt back the head of his vessel to fill its parched mouth with the pent-up tears of its burning eyes. He can hear his pain, his sorrows, his fear, taste his defeat, see his broken spirit as he wails like a child in deep distress, opening himself completely to the void.

    As he is falling forever, he allows all of his forbidden thoughts and feelings to surface. To heck with it all, if God wants to throw him out, he''ll have enough reasons to chose from: Him giving into human desires; him having feelings for a human being, falling in love with a mortal man; him smiting the witch, no longer posing a threat, just for making him angry, jealous, possessive of the fragile soul that was Dean Winchester''s; him lying, cheating, stealing, begging, just to be with these humans, even before the spell; him willing to give his spirit, his grace to a mortal to preserve his life; him holding a human in his arms, wishing for the moment never to pass; him thinking about sex... actually thinking about how it would be, as a man, as an angel, as both; him not knowing how to handle it, if the Winchester would die.

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    And him imagining, without shame, but fear and sorrow, to throw away the gift of life that God himself had graced him with, just because a single mortal soul might no longer walk the earth another day. Because his own spirit, his own heart ached and longed for Dean Winchester and wouldn''t be able to stand it, knowing he was dead. Oh Lord indeed... he was a fallen angel, he could feel it. Tumbling through the black nowhere into the dark and colorless never, he starts to feel as non-existent as the atmosphere surrounding him. Simply insignificant...

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    towns, stay in small villages with only one store, or bigger cities with proper night clubs and nice hotels. In one of those cities, they stay to investigate the high number of mysterious teenager suicides. When they find out, that all the kids had been frequent guests of a local nightclub called ''The Hellhole'', they pay it a visit. The name certainly fits, as the interior is held in blood red and otherwise black, the staff has to wear horns and clothing that looks more like fetish fashion from a sex store than that of a catering service, the music, apart from being too loud, consists of nothing but Gothic and black metal, and as for the crowd... There are so many people with body modifications, that the two have a hard time deciding, whether they are humans or demons. Some girl with black eyes, implanted horns and a split tongue, tries to hit on Dean, but when he raises his hand and turns the silver ring with his thumb, making it flash, she respectfully backs away.

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    ous and to buy time jokes: ¡°What''s up guys? Did my brother score with your big sister, or why you here?¡± ¡°Nohhh. The master calls us!¡±, one of the more frightening fellows growls. ¡°Yeah, we have to do the master''s biddings!¡±, one of the youths adds exited. ¡°Well, the only time my brother is ever the master, is when he plays Dungeons and Dragons, so I think you got the wrong floor!¡±, Dean replies gruff, slowly backing up to his brothers door, only to frantically pound on it, shouting: ¡°Sam! Sam, you better let me in! Sam it''s time to send your date home, her family''s here! Open up, Sam!¡±

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    Dean suddenly gets very quiet. After some minutes, he opens the door, steps out into the rain and goes over to the bench. There he stands, looks down at the wood, while his clothes get soaked, and shoves the ring back into his pocket. He closes his eyes, opens them again, takes another step towards the bench. And now he can see Cass, clear as day, sitting below him, looking up, crying. He''s crying before him, and he didn''t do something to stop it! No, he was probably the cause. ''Is that where you kissed for three hours?'' Oh my God, what had he done! That must have been really unpleasant for his friend. And what if that wasn''t the whole story? Three hours, goddammit, that''s enough time to... do things he really shouldn''t be doing with a friend! Especially Cass! He was an angel, he was pure, he shouldn''t be used like...

    ''Oh Cass, I''m so sorry!'', Dean cries, feeling his heart break. He kneels down, right into a puddle, rests his arms on the bench and buries his head inside, weeping. And praying. Confessing. Apologizing. Everything at once: ''Castiel, I know, you asked me not to call out to you, and now I know why! I''m so sorry Cass, I''m sorry I put you through these things, I''m sorry for what I''ve done to you, I''m sorry you had to suffer so much, and I''m sorry that I made you cry! I still don''t remember what I really did, and Sam doesn''t know it, but I bet it was awful, because you went away, and now I miss you so much... Sorry, sorry, I shouldn''t be selfish, you probably have so much pain inside you, from what I did to you. I really don''t know, I can''t remember, but I want to apologize so much! Cass, if you can ever forgive me, please come back! I swear I''ll never touch you again, you don''t even have to come near me, but I just wanna know, you''re okay! I''m sorry, please come back!''

    As he is thinking this, Dean feels as though his heart is being swallowed by a dark void, chilling him to the bone. He feels so much agony, so much loss and a burning pain in his spine. Then, all of a sudden, the feeling is gone, and warmth is spreading through his body, fighting away the cold of the rain, and the hurt in his chest. The bench is no longer hard and wet, but soft like a cushion, and dry. And warm. And uneven? Dean is about to open his eyes, when he feels a hand, petting over his wet hair, and he jumps back, frightened. He looks up and there is Castiel, real Castiel, not just a memory. Sitting on the bench, getting dowsed by the rain, giving him a small smile, his hand hovering over his lap.

    ¡°Cass!¡±, he shouts, surprised, but happy, giving out a short laugh. But then the guilt comes back and he looks down, trying not to come close to the angel again. Still kneeling in the puddle, not looking at him, he says: ¡°Cass, I''m so sorry for what happened, I won''t do it again, I swear!¡± The angel''s hand sinks and he quietly answers: ¡°Yes. I know. I know you''d never do that again...¡± Dean''s so full of remorse, he doesn''t notice the sad undertone in Castiel''s voice. Still looking down, he states: ¡°I wish I could make it up to you.¡± But then his head jerks up, and staring into Cass'' face with his own weeping eyes, pries: ¡°Did it hurt?¡± When Castiel raises an eyebrow in confusion, he quickly adds: ¡°Did I hurt you, when... we were here... those three hours? Did it hurt?¡± Now Castiel has to turn away, and getting up answers gloomy: ¡°It wasn''t your fault. And it''s okay. Other things hurt me far worse.¡± ¡°I''m so sorry Cass! I''m sorry I did this to you!¡±, Dean repeats, also getting up, trying his best to keep his distance although he''d love nothing more than to give his friend a hug to comfort him.

    ¡°Will you stop apologizing!? I said it''s fine. Those three hours weren''t the problem!¡±, the angel suddenly bursts out. Dean staggers back and with fear asks: ¡°Oh God... don''t say I''ve done worse! Did I...¡± ¡°NO!¡±, Cass now yells through the pouring rain, finally soaked. Dean''s face looks at him puzzled, his tears washed away, but the burden of guilt still wearing on him. Then Cass comes to stand close to Dean, and with a tortured expression explains: ¡°It wasn''t those three hours. It was those three and a half weeks, that hurt me. Your constant: ''Cass I love you, Cass I love you, I can''t be without you, my honey, my darling, my baby, my love, my... my angel!'' You looking at me, as though I was the sun and the stars, tearing up whenever you thought I was cross with you, getting jealous of Sam for heaven''s sake, if he dared just talk to me for a minute! That hurt! That was horrible, all this fake affection, this fake emotion, this fake love, that hurt, because it just showed me, that, that... that that''s something that would never ever happen! That it would never be real. That hurt!¡±

    Castiel had gotten louder and louder, waving his hands, getting Dean to back up scared. Bewildered, he blurts: ¡°But... you cried! I remember it. And Sam said, I made you kiss me...¡± ¡°Yes.¡±, Cass shoots back, yet when the question marks above Dean''s head still seem to increase, he weakly admits: ¡°As I said, that wasn''t the problem. In fact, those three hours were the only time I was even remotely happy.¡± He steps still closer to Dean, and this time his longing eyes are on the hunter, as he confesses: ¡°You still don''t get it, do you Dean? When... When you were stressed again, I just wanted to help, but when you kissed me like that... I stopped thinking. I stopped worrying. I suddenly just... felt. I felt... loved. I didn''t care, that it was fake, I was so happy, I... I could finally understand, why it''s something you mortals are willing to kill or die for. When it was over, and I came back to my senses, and was about to die of shame, you found a really good way to describe how it felt. You said: ''Wow. You really are my angel. You carried me to heaven and brought me back down safely. Thanks.'' And I felt guilty, because I so wanted you to mean it! Because I really love... you.¡±

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    Dean stares at Cass, and Cass stares at Dean. There is rumble in the distance from thunder heading their way, and it''s getting darker, but the two gaze at each other, overwhelmed, unsure what to do. Then Castiel decides, that he shouldn''t have said, what he said and wants to disappear, but in that second Dean grabs his arm and shouts: ¡°No!¡± Castiel''s eyes get big and Dean lets go again, but urges him: ¡°Please, don''t leave again angel!¡± And when Cass doesn''t move, Dean reaches for his shoulder, presses it, letting some of the water run through his fingers, to plead: ¡°Don''t go. Please. Cass, I need you. Please come with me.¡± There is another silence. ¡°Okay.¡±, the angel then replies hushed.

    And he doesn''t even flinch, when Dean takes his hand, and gently pulls him with him towards the car. He keeps quiet, as he opens the door to let Cass sit in the back, and still says nothing, when instead of letting go, he climbs in after, to sit next to him. Sam, who didn''t disturb them while they were talking in the rain, is now perplexed by the sight and has to ask: ¡°Everything alright again between you two?¡± ¡°Hmm. Could you please drive, Sam?¡±, Dean answers without letting go of Cass, neither with his hand nor his eyes. Cass seems unable to take his eyes off the hunter too, so Sam shrugs, scoots over into the driver seat and starts the car again. Then it''s quiet for some minutes, just the rain, and the coming thunder over the humming of the Impala.

    Finally Castiel notes: ¡°Dean? I''m not gonna suddenly disappear, if you let go!¡± The other blinks, before giving back: ¡°Do you want me to stop?¡± ¡°Well, not really. But I think you should try drying off, before you catch a cold.¡±, Cass answers. ¡°You''re completely soaked too!¡±, Dean states, so that Sam tunes in: ¡°Yeah, you two should ditch those wet clothes, you''re not being kind to the seats you know!¡± Cass eyes him, gets back to Dean and, turning red, remarks: ¡°But then we have to take them off.¡± He''s nervous, but Dean presses his hand re-assuring and hums: ¡°I can look the other way, if you want.¡±

    Castiel shakes his head, and they start to remove their top clothing, like jacket, coat, shirts and tie. After that Dean immediately takes Castiel''s hand again. Then he starts to undo his shoes with his free hand, kicks them off, rolls down his socks, and moves to unbuckle his belt, but stops to view Cass with worry and state: ¡°I can keep them on, if you like.¡± Cass decides to try a joke and replies: ¡°And deny me the pleasure of seeing your sexy legs? No way!¡± This gets everyone to freeze, and Castiel starts to feel uneasy, but then Dean begins to laugh, and giggles: ¡°Wow, Cass, you''re... you''re savage, baby!¡± Cass had also started chuckling, but is instantly serious again, and this time it''s Sam who slams on the brakes, turning to the two and yelling: ¡°Alright, what the devil is going on between you? I knew about you, but you? Bro, what the hell?¡±

    He skips from Cass to Dean, but both men give him a helpless look, to start talking at the same time. Cass asks: ¡°What do you mean, you knew?¡± Dean states: ¡°I just made a funny comment!¡± Cass exclaims: ¡°I never told you anything!¡±, while Dean argues: ¡°And anyways, what does it matter, he''s my husband, isn''t he?¡± Now both Castiel and Sam stare at Dean with concern and Cass tries to loosen his grip, but Dean looks at their joined hands and then, realizing something, pulls out the ring he had shoved into his pocket. He looks at the angel and takes a deep breath, to ask: ¡°Cass, you dropped this in my room, when you left. Would you like to have it back? Because, if you do, it would make me very happy!¡±

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    The other two eye him with even more worry, and Cass, starting to feel betrayed, muses: ¡°Maybe the spell wasn''t broken completely... I shouldn''t have come back.¡± Hearing this, Dean gets scared, then angry. But he simply closes his eyes, squeezes Castiel''s hand once more and calmly asks: ¡°Sam, did I slash my wrists again, after Cass left?¡± ¡°No.¡±, Sam states and Dean follows up: ¡°Did I talk about missing him?¡± His bro tries to explain: ¡°Not much, no. Though you did miss...¡±, but gets interrupted: ¡°Did I seem weird to you, or was I able to still do, what we do: Kick some demon-ass whenever possible?!¡± His brother confesses: ¡°Well... It was half of both... I mean you were still making breakfast, and cleaning up, and you couldn''t sleep alone at first, and you kept the ring to ward off women, which was all really weird, but otherwise... It was like the other times Cass was gone: You do your best, but you start... missing him... right away! Whoa, wait!¡±

    Dean opens his eyes again and gives Cass a long look, saying: ¡°Maybe it''s not the spell. Maybe I just finally realized something. I don''t want you gone again! I want you here, by my side. I want to know you''re okay. I want to be able to talk to you. And make you laugh. And hold you, when you''re sad. I just want to be there for you. And if that''s weird, then I don''t wanna be normal!¡± Castiel looks as though he''s close to tears again, Sam''s eyes keep getting bigger and his jaw starts dropping as more and more puzzle pieces fall into place, and Dean holds out the ring once more, to prompt: ¡°Waddaya say Cass! Wanna be weird with me?¡± And when the angel starts grimacing, giving a tiny nod, Dean slips the ring back on his finger, to hold on to him with both hands, tears forming in his eyes.

    ¡°Well, guess you may now kiss the bride!¡±, Sam laconically states, turning around to start up the car again. When the engine roars, he adds: ¡°But don''t get too cuddly back there, okay? I don''t want highway patrol to stop us, because you guys went down on each other in the backseat!¡± But the two ignore him. Cass is too busy feeling his heart explode from joy overload, and Dean is occupied with ogling his friend, smiling from ear to ear. Later, the two finally strip their pants and cuddle up under a blanket, and Castiel, pressed against Dean''s warm chest, feeling his heart beat for him, for the first time asks himself, if angels can die of happiness.

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 Epilogue: Angel sex

    ¡°Dammit. Sometimes Sam''s a real asshole!¡±, Dean curses. Once they got into a new town and found a motel, Dean took the opportunity to shower, and is now standing at the table, wearing a towel around his hips, searching through his dufflebag. Cass looks at him with a raised eyebrow and his hubby explains: ¡°There was a box of... things, back at the flat we stayed in at Green Garden. I didn''t want them, but apparently Sam thinks I should keep them, cuz he put them in one of my bags. Now I have to... dig through them, to get my clothes.¡±

    Dean is already red again from shame, when Castiel suddenly stands next to him, asking: ¡°What kind of things?¡± ¡°HAH!! Don''t creep up on me like that! And DON''T LOOK AT THEM!¡±, Dean shouts in panic, when the angel reaches into the bag. ¡°What is that for?¡±, he asks puzzled, holding up something that looks like a stiff water balloon with a nozzle. It''s still in a plastic bag with a note attached, so he reads it, starts to turn red, and quietly gives it do Dean. The hunter takes the note and reads: ''Anal prep balloon. Use with lube or water, for good, clean fun.'' He can feel his ears turn hot and doesn''t know, where to look, when he hears Cass rummaging in the bag again. To his shock, he pulls out two more, rather obvious items: handcuffs, and a rubber gag with a short phallus on one side. First Cass looks mortified, but then starts to laugh, getting more and more hysterical.

    Dean awkwardly chimes in, and it releases some tension, until Castiel chuckles: ¡°You real... you realize, you bought those for yourself?¡± ¡°What? No! I, why, I... No, why would I buy those? For me nonetheless?¡±, Dean huffs in horror. ¡°Well, neither Sam, nor me bought them, it must have been you, when you were thinking of ways to... you know... pleasure me.¡±, Cass states, not looking at him. ¡°So why would they be for me?¡±, the hunter asks. Cass reaches into the bag again and muses: ¡°Because I would be able to get out of them anytime I wanted, so why bother?¡±, and he digs up some anal-beads, looks at them confused and states: ¡°Well, that''s one ugly bracelet.¡± Dean pushes him aside and closes the bag, before he lets even more disturbing items surface, exclaiming: ¡°Fine, no clothes for me then. You know, you can be really mean too, Cass! At least you get to wear your favorite clothes, cuz you can just ''wish them'' into being dry again!¡±

    ¡°Hey, I didn''t say you have to stay naked, I was just curious to see what you had planned for me, when you still...¡±, Castiel lets his voice trail off and his eyes wander. There is a sudden sadness in his words, and Dean''s quick to respond: ¡°What do you mean, ''When I still''? When I still, what?¡± ¡°When you still wanted me!¡±, Cass suddenly bursts out, bitterness ringing in his words. Dean furrows his brows and asks: ¡°Why would you say that? Cass, of course I want you! I gave you the ring, because... I love you!¡±

    Castiel relaxes, but still refuses to look at Dean, stating: ¡°Yes. You love me. And that''s so wonderful. It''s more than I could ever ask. I''m sorry, I don''t know, what''s wrong with me, why I should even care... As long as you love me, that should be enough.¡± He tries on a smile, but his heart flutters, looking at his again-husband''s broad shoulders and hard abs, and he adds: ¡°Just look at yourself. So beautiful. And you love me! Holding you should be more than enough!¡± He starts to make a way for the hunter, but upon reaching him, Dean clears his throat to say: ¡°Errm, you know... Actually I didn''t want to keep this relationship platonic!¡±

    Cass blinks confused and questions: ¡°But my vessel is a male! And as far as I can tell, you''re straight. So, why would my body appeal to you?¡± Dean looks him up and down, to return his gaze to his eyes and clarify: ¡°Because it''s yours! Because I need you, and miss you, and want you! YOU! I mean sure, it will be different and an adjustment. But I love you, and I want to show it to you too.¡± And with that, he leans in to kiss his angel tenderly on the lips. Once Castiel leans into the kiss, he embraces him, holds him close, rubs his hands over his body, and through his hair. Cass cautiously returns the touch, as the kiss deepens, then reaches for something with one hand, setting off the chiming of metal.

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    Suddenly, Castiel cuffs Dean''s hands behind his back and throws the hunter onto the bed, climbing in after him. Dean yelps in surprise: ¡°Whoa, what, huh? Since when have you gotten so, so, h-horny?¡± Cass, willing away all his clothes except briefs, crawls onto his lap, panting: ¡°Just now. When I figured, there is nothing to stop me. When I saw, what kind of stuff you got, because you wanted to please me and now you''re saying, you still want me, and I... I didn''t think much about it before, but I did think of it, and now, I just want it so much! Seeing you naked, smelling your body, all the tension inside you, when you saw me going through the stuff... I want you so much now Dean!¡±

    And with that, he starts grinding down on his crotch, hands in hair to pull the hunter into a deep kiss. After a few minutes, both their dicks are rock hard, and Dean is panting, trying to buck his hips to rub against Cass. Just then, the angel eliminates his undergarment and tugs at the towel still on Dean''s loins, breaking the kiss in the process. Dean pleads: ¡°Let me touch you! Please, I wanna touch you too!¡±, and he rattles with his handcuffs, as Castiel sits back on his lap, looking down at their erections touching each other, Dean''s tip already wet with precum. But Cass gives him a cheeky grin and states: ¡°Later. I want to play with you a little. When we... got married, you promised to go easy on me, because I have no experience, but I see you''re already going on hard!¡±

    This gets Dean to stop moving, thinking about his words, while Cass still ogles the pulsing flesh, as if in great awe. ¡°You never had sex?¡±, Dean asks unbelieving. Just then, Castiel takes one member in each hand and starts rubbing, making them both moan. He''s fast to learn, that that''s not the most effective way, and so joins hands to press them together and rub in one movement, smooth but tight. Dean closes his eyes and starts to hiss and moan louder: ¡°Oh Cass, Cass, baby, ohhh. Oh yes. Yeah, touch me, baby, oohhh.¡±, going on to start talking dirty, ¡°Oh, I wanna be inside you, Cass, I wanna feel you around me! Ah, I wanna penetrate you, I wanna...¡±

    Suddenly Castiel gets up and leaves, so Dean blurts apologetic: ¡°Hey, wait, sorry Cass, did I say something wrong? Please don''t go!¡± But the angel is already back, with a tube of lube, opening it to squirt some into his hand, smirking: ¡°You wanna be inside me? I can arrange that!¡± ¡°Oh. Wow, you really are ea-heager!¡±, the hunter squeals, as the cool gel is applied to his hot cock. Then Castiel takes another squirt and lets his hand wander down behind his balls, making some squishy noises as he rubs as much gel as possible up his tight hole. He''s huffing, and moaning, making Dean crazy, thinking of how he is touching himself where his dick will soon follow.

    Then the angel straightens himself up again, hovering over the hunter''s hot pole, adjusts it to point at his butthole, and then starts to lower himself down. While trying to keep his eyes on his friend''s face, that''s displaying signs of joy, pain, fear and pleasure, all mixed into one, Dean almost immediately starts swearing and groaning: ¡°Fuck, ohh fuck, oh God! Oh. No, noo!¡± Castiel looks at him with worry and stops halfway down, re-adjusting himself to grab both his shoulders with his hands, his right still sticky from the lube. ¡°What is it, D?¡±, he asks. ¡°Oh fuck, Cass, really? This feels so damn good!¡±, the hunter responds, reaching forward to lick at his chest, as he can''t pet him with his hands. ¡°Damn, you''re so tight, so hot and tight... am I not hurting you? I mean, I don''t w-want to, but God, this feels so good, so, oouh, oouhh, ha, he.¡±, Dean wails, ¡°Oh Cass, you''re so cramped, is it okay? Are you okay? Oh fuck, if you go any lower, I''m gonna come right now!¡° He really has to hold back, not to push his hips up to go deeper into his friend''s anus.

    But then the angel gives him a dirty smile and whispers in his ear: ¡°Oh, but I want you to come! Give it your best shot!¡± And he thus lowers himself completely onto the hunters hot rod, rising again to push down even deeper, making his friend warns him: ¡°Oh, Cass, Cass, oh baby, no, Cass, I can''t, I can''t hold back!¡± Yet Castiel does it again, and then once more, making Dean scream: ¡°Ooh, ooh, Cass, Cass, don''t, you''re so tight, I''m gonna come, I''m gonna come right in your hot, tight, CA-HAAASSSSS!!!¡± Unable to control himself, Dean pulls at his cuffed wrists and twitches his legs, as he feels himself unleash his semen into Castiel. His eyes are closed and his head tilted upward, his mouth wide open to deeply gasp for air.

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    When the hunter finally unclenches his eyes to view his friend with a guilty face, he is surprised to see him smile at him with pride and satisfaction. Dean quickly looks down into his lap, but there is no sign of Cass having climaxed. Yet he seems deeply pleased with himself as he boasts: ¡°Wow. That must have been a record for being fast! And I even felt it! I could really feel you quiver inside me, as you filled me up. Wow.¡± Then he leans in for another kiss. Dean can feel the sweat from his chest and forehead trickle down his skin, as he gently kisses his love back. Then he looks deep into his beautiful eyes to admit: ¡°I''m sorry you didn''t get the chance to come. I wanted to hold on, but it just feels so damn good inside you!¡±

    Castiel gives him a queer eye and asks: ¡°So? Why shouldn''t I get my chance yet? After all, don''t you want me to say the same about you?¡± Dean''s eyes get big with realization and he stutters: ¡°Oh. O-okay, uhm, well... I''ve never done that before...¡± ¡°Don''t worry neither have I.¡±, the seraph ensures him, but he just shoots him a mock-angry look back and scolds: ¡°You really are full of yourself, when you''re being frisky, ey?¡± ¡°Actually Dean, right now I''m full of YOUR self!¡±, the angel shoots right back, finally getting up of him with a grin, making a sloppy sound as the penis leaves his ass, dripping cum and lube all over his friend''s lap. Dean''s very embarrassed, but also still a bit horny, so he just sticks his tongue out at him and doesn''t flinch, when it''s met with a kiss.

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    Castiel now finally opens the handcuffs and rubs over the red marks left from pulling at the metal. ¡°You don''t have to heal them, it''s fine.¡±, Dean states, ¡°Better save your strength. You''ll probably need it. Perhaps I will too. Hrrhrrmm, do you want me on all fours?¡± Cass, seeing the concern in his face, ponders: ¡°Look Dean, if you don''t like to, I don''t have to...¡± ¡°No, it''s alright. I don''t mind being a bottom, as long as it''s with you!¡±, he answers shy. Cass thinks for a moment, then he brings his hand up to his mouth to stifle a sob. Dean tenses up right away, thinking something is wrong, but Cass smiles at him and explains: ¡°I''m okay, it''s just... I wasn''t sure what it meant. You know, I wore something blue on our wedding, so Sam joked, that I''m the bride, and later when we were alone and you wanted to... have sex, I told you about it and you asked if I would like to be the bottom as well. And I said: As long as it''s you, I don''t mind! And you responded with being touched that I was trusting you. So... Thank you for trusting me too!¡±

    Dean blushes a smile, but a sudden thought hit''s him, and he asks: ¡°Cass? Is it really alright? I mean, didn''t I ruin you this way?¡± The angel looks at him with questioning eyes and mumbles: ¡°No, why would you?¡± His friend squirms: ¡°Well, just... Isn''t God gonna be pissed when he finds out? I mean, you''re pure! You''re an angel, you shouldn''t...¡± ¡°I shouldn''t what? Be happy?¡±, Cass grumbles, startling Dean: ¡°No, no, not...¡± ¡°And anyways, you never cared about this, when you were flirting with angels who had female vessels! Why do you think it would smudge me? Cuz in case you didn''t realize it: God doesn''t care if you''re gay! He made you and he loves you the way you are!¡±, the angel declares. Dean paddles back: ¡°Sorry Cass, it''s just... You''re a seraph, and you''re important to him, and angels don''t do this normally. I mean, none of the others ever took my offer, remember? I thought it''s cuz you have some code, you know, demons using sex to control and manipulate people, I thought it was forbidden. I didn''t want to offend you, I just worry, because if God''s cross with us he might... take you away from me. And I couldn''t stand that!¡±

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    The angel has to smile, when he remembers how much Dean''s thoughts resemble his own not long ago. When he was in the dark, screaming out his pain, not caring what would happen to him next, because he was sure, this was the end of him and Dean, that God would not allow his creation to act in such a way. But after he was finally done venting, the ''angel radio'' had kicked in. And the voices that reached him, were so many, close and distant, known and unknown, swirling through the abyss into his head: ''But Castiel, why would God not love you?'' ''He made us...'' ''God is love'' ''...the way we are!'' ''With love, you can do no wrong.'' ''I may be jealous...'' ''Go for it!!!'' ''...but God will be okay.'' ''You deserve to be happy!'' ''Love is never a sin!'' ''I''m sure He understands.'' ''This is a chance.'' ''He loves you...'' ''Don''t worry.'' ''...I just know it.'' ''Go have fun!'' ''This is all in Gods plan.'' ''You respect each other, right?'' ''Loving someone so much it hurts...'' ''He is all forgiving, remember?'' ''...that was His idea in the first place.'' ''I bet this is His wish.'' ''Dean loves you...'' ''We are all behind you!'' ''...and God loves you both.'' Those and other thoughts had filled his spirit, lifting him up again. He had been surprised, as he recognized some of them. There was not one frown, not one spiteful word. They were all supportive. If that wasn''t a sign, what could be? And just then, Dean had called him back to him...

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    Castiel comes up to him and gives his man a hug, whispering: ¡°Don''t worry, if he were cross, he''d have stopped us way before this. I''m not offended, I''m honored by your concern. And there is one rule, that you can always apply, no matter what: If it is done with love, and respect, it has God''s blessing! Okay? So don''t ever feel afraid of showing love, no matter in what form! But I do understand your fear!¡± He pulls back to look deep into Dean''s glowing, green gems again: ¡°I wouldn''t know, how to cope without you either!¡±

    They kiss again, and hold on to each other real tight, until Dean is out of breath, stating: ¡°Okay angel. Thanks. Um, I, ah, better go. I need to do something.¡± Turning red again, Dean squirms and takes the balloon and the lube, and heads to the bathroom to prepare, telling Cass to: ¡°I don''t know... look in the bag if you like. Perhaps you wanna try something.¡±, though the way he says it, sounds like he''d rather have him not. Yet when Dean returns, Cass tells him: ¡°I got an idea. Lie down on the bed.¡± First the hunter feels uneasy, muttering: ¡°Okay. Uhm, I hope I used enough lube.¡± When Cass sees the tube now only two-thirds full, he has to hide a smile.

    Dean gets on the bed and Cass takes some massage oil and gets to it, first rubbing Dean''s back. After a while, the hunter relaxes and declares: ¡°Wow, this is really nice. But shouldn''t we switch? I mean, isn''t this unfair to you, if only I get to enjoy?¡± So Cass informs him: ¡°Well, you insisted on massaging me nearly daily during your infatuation. Although I only allowed you to do it fully clothed.¡± So Dean sighs: ¡°Oh. Okay, but I''ll still return the favor some day.¡± Once the angel is done with the back, he rubs over the legs, up, and over the butt. He slowly closes in on Dean''s hole, making him tense up a bit. So he tries a joke: ¡°Now... where did I put that butt plug?¡± ¡°Say what???¡±, Dean shrieks, and Cass laughs, when he calls him an asshole, after he sees his grin. Castiel makes up for it, by kissing both his ''cute'' butt cheeks and rubbing them again.

    Then the angel enters Dean''s anus with one finger, nearly getting swallowed up by all the lube, and starts to rub. His friend squirms and sighs a little, but starts to open up, relaxing at the strange tickle. Cass adds another finger, making the hunter moan, and starts to twist a little to stretch the tissue. Before it''s getting too heavy, he pulls out again, telling his beau to flip. He uses more oil to smooth over his skin, rubbing the nipples, reaching for his arms, feeling the muscle, back down over his abs, until he touches his hardening flesh, to stroke it. Dean is getting horny again and whispers: ¡°Oh Cass, oh yes, Baby! I want to feel you! I want you on me!¡± So Cass positions himself, making Dean uneasy for a second, but when he asks: ¡°You ready? Sure?¡±, he nods, and breathes out when Castiel''s cock finally enters him.

    It all goes real smooth form all the lube and the preparation, and thanks to Dean being so hot Cass. The hunter is grateful his hands are free this time, so he can pet his angel, while he''s making love to him. Cass actually has a hard time coming, because although he''s as untouched as his own, Dean''s anus is much wider due to all the foreplay, and the lube hardly leaves any friction. But Dean caresses him best he can and talks dirty once more: ¡°Oh angel, ooh, I feel you, oh wow, you''re big, I feel you filling me, pushing into me, oouh! Oouh! Oh yes, I want you, want you all inside me, ah, please...¡±

    So Cass picks up speed, drilling deep into his ass, to pull out completely, just to push back into him again, making lube squish to all sides. Dean moans in pleasure: ¡°Yes, oh, yes, more! Oh Cass, Cass you''re so beautiful, so big, so hard inside me! I want you to come, come inside, come in me! Come in me! Oh, oooh, give it to me, fill me up, push deeper, deeper, yes!¡± ¡°Oh Dean! Dean! I love you. I''m almost there. Oh Dean, oh, ooh Deeean!¡±, Castiel pants, humping him hard. ¡°Yes, come in me, let me feel you! I''m yours, mark me as yours! Please...¡°, Dean huffs, and out of an impulse, all the while still whispering sweet nothings into the angel''s ear, he reaches down to stroke and fondle his lover''s balls, giving him relief at last.

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    However, as the angel climaxes, Dean gets a weird look on his face, stating: ¡°Oh Cass... you''re glowing... so beautiful...¡± ¡°Thank you.¡±, Castiel replies flattered, until Dean explains: ¡°Your wings... they''re so pure...¡± Panicked, the angel urges: ¡°My what? Dean, if you can see my wings, look away! You mustn''t see them, my true sight would burn you!¡± Somehow, Dean snaps out of it, blinking and shaking his head. But he doesn''t seem scarred, as he states: ¡°Oh, hoh, that was interesting. But, I don''t think it was dangerous... you just looked so incredibly beautiful!¡± Cass wonders: ¡°Hm. Well maybe this is the equivalent of ''hearing angels sing'' during sex.¡±, and so decides not to linger on the subject. He wants to pull out, but Dean keeps his arms wrapped around him, pleading: ¡°No, stay! It feels good! I... it''s so strange, it still feels a bit weird, but wholesome too! I want you. On me, in me. With me. Stay.¡± So they remain joined, kissing and petting each other gently.

    At some point the angel gets hard again, and they go for another round, this time rubbing Dean''s dick in the process. The hunter comes first, and his ass clenching is what drives his lover over the edge too. This time Cass has the strange sense of seeing tiny wings fluttering underneath the hunter, and Dean, though while not seeing them this time, is sure he''s feeling Castiel''s wings wrapped around them both. When they talk about it, Castiel decides to tell the hunter about the potion that he had to sacrifice tiny piece of wing for, to heal him from the spell he was under. Dean, who understands how important his wings are to Castiel, is touched: ¡°Oh Cass! You did that for me? I owe you my gratitude!¡±

    ¡°You''re welcome!¡±, the angel assures him with a fond smile, and then speculates: ¡°Maybe, it didn''t dissolve into nothing. Maybe my wing is somehow attached to you now. And us being this intimate shows us each other''s part.¡± Dean weighs his head, musing: ¡°Hm, you could have a point there. And hey, since you''ve been turning a bit more human, maybe this is gonna make me a bit angelic!¡± Cass holds against it: ¡°Oh, I sure hope not! If you''re suddenly getting more angelic, that''s gonna make you even more full of yourself.¡± To which Dean retorts: ¡°Well, right now I am more full of YOUR self, right?¡± They both grin, very happy and spend, staying in the sheets, too tired to shower. Dean gives his angel another sweet kiss, whispering: ¡°I love you.¡±, and as Cass cuddles more into his arms, he repeats: ¡°And I love you!¡±, before falling asleep.

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    Next morning the Winchesters sit together at breakfast, when Sam overhears two men at another table, where one claims: ¡°They must have tried summoning someone, perhaps they''re satanists!¡± At once alert, he offers them: ¡°Just a moment, what did you say? Would you care to sit with us and tell us more?¡± The two sit down at their table and one says right away: ¡°Yeah, last night some weirdos were trying to summon an ancient god, keeping us from getting some sleep.¡± ¡°Those blokes were chanting Odin''s name all night and stuff.¡±, the other adds. Castiel, sensing where this is heading, tries to hush: ¡°Sam, we should leave!¡± , yet he hisses back: ¡°This might be serious!¡±, and begs: ¡°Please continue! What else did you hear?¡± So the first reports. ¡°Well, one guy was repeatedly shouting the name in a strange manner, like: ''Oh-diiiiin, Oh-diiiiin''!¡±

    Dean starts to blush and wants to hide his embarrassed smile, but Sam still doesn''t get it. Then the other man says: ¡°Those guys must have wanted to possess someone or become possessed, cuz they kept chanting: ''Come in me, come in me'' or ''come now, come now'' and so on.¡± ¡°While the other kept saying: ''Oh-diiiin''.¡±, the first adds. Finally the pieces fall into place with Sam and he wants to make a run for it: ¡°Oh, well, that sounds weird...¡±, getting up, yet the men ask him surprised: ¡°Did you not hear anything of that racket?¡±, and: ¡°What floor were you on?¡± Sam asks back evasive: ¡°Uh, well, what floor was it on?¡± ¡°Well, we were on the second!¡±, the first man returns, so Sam is quick to lie: ¡°Ah, so that''s why, we were on the fourth!¡± The second man skeptically repeats: ¡°The fourth? I thought that''s under construction currently.¡±, so he corrects himself: ¡°Uh, yes, I meant the fifth!¡± ¡° We really need to be going now!¡±, Castiel urges, and the three make haste to escape the two men''s examining stares.

    In the car Dean wants to say something: ¡°Sam, you...¡±, but his bro cuts him off: ?I don''t want to know, it''s not my business, just be quiet next time!¡° Until Cass reveals: ¡°Sam, the motel only had 4 floors! So now they know for sure, it was us.¡± The young hunter stares at the angel perplexed, then over to his brother, returning a shamed expression, and finally all three start laughing. Castiel and Dean kiss, Sam smiles at them and that''s really <u>the end!</u>

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