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The next morning Dean was like a bear with a sore head, sore because of the day before. Unable to cope with his acidic jealousy he had driven off from the college leaving a puzzled Cas behind. He had sped down the road with thoughts of Crowley’s white hot lust and Cas’s spectacular bottom screaming in his head. Finding a strip bar he had stayed for one miserable drink desperately trying to appreciate the dancers bodies. However he tried though, they did not compare to the body he had been looking at barely an hour before. The creamy lightly tanned skin, the muscular back and that dam butt were burned onto his brain along with the hurt in Castiel’s eyes when Dean had ignored him and stormed off to sulk.
Getting home was even worse when Sam informed him that Castiel had phoned to say Crowley was taking him to dinner and he wouldn’t be back till later. Sam looked at him suspiciously.
“What did you do Dean? Cas sounded really upset, he asked if you were here and he’s phoned twice since to see if you were back.”
“Nothing’” Dean said. “I just needed a drink, I didn’t realise Cas wanted a lift back.”
“Oh that’s weird, seeing as how you drove him there, I would have thought you would have realised that he would expect to come back with you,” Sam said sarcastically.
Dean rolled his eyes and went off to bed, where he spent a restless night listening for Cas to come home. Lying on his bed and burying his face in the pillow little flashes of of that day flew through his brain. Cas with his smooth skin, the blush that crept up the back of his neck, Cas’s lips when he smiled at the Dean that morning. Imagined images of Cas naked bloomed through his consciousness, Cas lying on his bed, smiling, those blue eyes, stroking hands, lips. Oh god the lips. Eventually, unable to sleep, he had threw off the covers and taken hold of his cock. It took two strokes for him to come hard, gasping “Cas, oh god Cas.”
In the morning he had gone downstairs to Crowley on the sofa whispering in a blushing Cas’s ear whilst lightly brushing his arm. And just like that he snapped, nothing could hold him back, springing forward he grabbed Crowley by the collar, pulled him off the sofa and slammed him up the wall. Pushing his face forward into Crowley’s space his yelled, “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ANGEL.”.
The whole room froze apart from Sam who rushed in from the kitchen.
“What’s going on.”
“Leave him alone’”, Dean croaked at Crowley. “Just leave him alone” stopping when he felt a hand on his arm.
“Dean,” Castiel said “Dean what are you doing?”
Dean swung round, he had gone to far now to turn back.
“I love you Cas, your beautiful face, your sunshine smile, your innocent delight in nature, your desire to do good. I love you and I can’t stand to see his hands on you. I’m sorry I didn’t want to be so aggressive but I just lost it.”
Cas’s flabbergasted expression morphed into one of those stunning smiles.
“I never dreamt you would feel the same way. I love you too you dork. How could I not? I love your desire to do good, I love your disastrous singing, I love the gentleness in you that you try to hide and most of all I love that you are the hottest piece of ass I have every seen in my 75 million years of life.”
Now it was Dean’s turn to blush. Leaning forward he pressed his eager lips to Cas’s soft pink ones. He then leaned back to look at Cas, stroking his face he murmured, “Beautiful.”
Cas gently stroked Deans cheek, “More beautiful,” he murmured.
Crowley scowled, “Great cockblocked,” he growled. Turning round he looked at Sam, who stood grinning in the doorway. Fresh out of the shower, Sam had just slipped on a pair of jeans but had neglected to add a top.
“On the other hand,” Crowley said with a grin.
Sam’s face tightened in horror. “Don’t even think about it,” he snapped disappearing into the kitchen.
“Sammy,” Crowley chuckled following Sam into the kitchen, “Have you ever thought about naked modelling.”