hehe, Destiel. ;)
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The next, very, early morning consisted of a throbbing headache, too many of the Tylenol, and several worrisome questions from Dean.

"How are you feeling, Cas?"

"Dean, I'm fine. Okay?" I reassured him, even though my brain felt like it would explode any second. We sat side by side on the sofa, my head leaning back with my eyes closed.

"You look terrible." Dean stated, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Thanks, hun." I responded, sarcastically. I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, hoping to ease the nuclear war taking place in my head. Dean had stayed the night, explaining to me when I awoke that he didn't feel right leaving me alone when I was completely smashed. And, also at that moment, I made a mental note to myself to never drink again.

After a couple moments of silence, Dean spoke up, but I almost didn't catch what he asked. His voice was so calm and quiet, you would of thought he was talking to himself. "What do you remember from last night?"

"I remember you walking in my apartment, and carrying me to the couch." I responded, narrowing my eyes at the ceiling, trying to draw back the events from last evening.

"Do you remember a thing I said to you?" Dean asked, his voice strained.

"I remember that you kissed me when you thought I was asleep." I whispered, a shy smile on my lips.

Dean turned away, shaking his head slightly. I wasn't really sure what to say. I felt bad that I had no idea what Dean was talking about, but what was I suppose to do? I can't go back in time, nor can I change the past.

"Cas," he began, furrowing his eyebrows. "I-I think I found my brother."

I tilted my head slightly, my eyes wide. "Your... Your brother? Sam?"

"Yes," Dean breathed, a smile flowering on his lips. "I didn't stop by Angel's Café yesterday, because my brother called me. He wanted to meet at the park, but when I got there, he wasn't there. Then, when I got back to my motel he left a voicemail on my phone. He said he was back at our hometown, and that he wanted to talk sometime."

"That's great, Dean." I said, smiling. I intertwined my fingers with his, squeezing slightly. I didn't blame him for not showing up yesterday, but a part of me wished he would have at least called. I decided to shrug it off, and continued to listen to Dean talk about his brother.

"Is it? He said he was spending the rest of the week in your area of town. And, when I drove over here last night to tell you the news... I think I saw him walking down the sidewalk." Dean explained, I could tell by his voice that he was excited, but I could also hear concern as well.

"Why didn't you go talk to him then? That might have been your only chance, Dean." I asked, confused. His brother is obviously more important than I am at the moment.

"I didn't-- I couldn't face him alone. I just couldn't do it." Dean whispered, dropping his head like it was something to be ashamed about. I wasn't sure why he was upset. It's completely understandable that he would be afraid; But, family is worth the nightmares.

"No, I understand, Dean. You haven't spoke to him in a long time, and you left each other on bad terms. But, I'm sure you will find the confidence soon enough. These things take t--"

"No." He cut me off, looking me dead in the eyes. "I want to face him... with you by my side."

The need, and the desperation for me to agree could be seen in his piercing, green eyes. Dean means the world to me, and of course I'd be willing to do anything for him, or in this case, with him.

"Okay." I agreed, smiling lightly.

"Thank you, Cas." Dean breathed, letting out a sigh of relief. It made me happy that I could ease his worry away like this. Dean will be able to make things better with his brother, and get his life back in order, while I stand by his side. Showering him with support, and occasional kisses.

"What are you thinking about?" Dean asked when I didn't respond, his eyes sparking. He tightened his grip around my hand, causing me to blush. The way his eyes searched my face made me forget about the pounding in my head.

"I'm just glad that I can make you happy." I stated, glancing away.

Dean brought his hand up to my chin, making me look into his eyes-- not that I wouldn't want to anyways. "You're amazing."

"I'm not--" I was about to deny it. I was about to tell him that I couldn't possibly be amazing, because the only amazing-worthy thing in my life was the guy siting in front of me. But, that bastard stole my thunder, and shut me up with a hard kiss against my lips.

He brought both his hands up to my face, deepening the kiss and causing my eyes to flutter shut. I pressed the palms of my hands against his chest, wishing his leather jacket was on the floor instead of on his back.

His tongue grazed my bottom lip, before pushing its way through my lips. I moaned as his tongue worked its magic in my mouth, while I grabbed at the bottom of his jacket. He responded by finally shrugging the material off his shoulders, and pushing me down on the couch so he was hovering over me.

While Dean continued to work his magic, one of his hands slipped from my face, and made its way to my inner thigh, causing a deep shiver to flow through me. The simple thought of the things Dean could do to me drove me mad. I brought my hands around his shoulders, loving the feeling of his soft skin under my fingers. But, a lustful part of me begged to feel more.

"Oh." I breathed, when Dean moved his mouth to my neck. He nibbled and kissed against the skin, leaving a trail to my collar bone. He quickly pulled away, but only to slip my yesterday's t-shirt over my head.

"You're perfect, Cas." Dean hummed, tugging at the loops on my jeans.

"I think you... mean t-that you're perfect, D-Dean." I mumbled, trying to sound calm, but the heat I felt right under where his hand tugged at my jeans, was overwhelming. He grabbed at the inside of my thigh again, causing a groan to escape through my closed mouth. I dug my fingers into his back once he started unbuttoning my jeans. I knew I was ready, but I felt light headed about the whole thing. Dean Winchester was an amazing asshole, and I loved every perfect and imperfect piece of him.

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A/C: Yes, I'm ending the chapter here. #sorrynotsorry

Save your innocent minds, children. ;)