A/N: WARNING!!! HIGH LEVELS OF SMUT!!! If you don't like or don't read smut, then I have no idea why you're even reading this book. It's basically just one, big, HUGE book of smutty one-shots. Please do NOT read any of this book if you don't read or like smut. I do not want hate comments saying, "Oh, it's too smutty." I warned you in legitimately the first freaking sentence. So please, once again, if you do not read or like smut, turn around and don't drown. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200. Thank you!😄👍
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Sam and Dean had just gotten back from a vampire hunt. Blood and guts still all over Dean's face and clothes. "Whew! That was fun, huh Sam?" Dean said to Sam as he sat down in a chair at the study table in the library of the bunker. Sam groans a little. "Dean, I just cleaned those chairs. Will you please go clean yourself up?" Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But only if you look for another hunt. I'm on a roll today." Dean stood up and went to go take a shower and Sam cleaned off the chair that Dean had recently been occupying. He then got out his laptop and searched for another hunt.

Dean got in the shower and washed away all the vampire blood and guts that were starting to stain his body. Thankfully, it didn't. He had to wash his hair about three times to get all the blood fully out. The hot water ran over Dean's muscles, relaxing them. Dean had his eyes closed and was just basically melting into the relaxation of the shower. That was, until his left shoulder started to sting. Dean winced a little, but tried to ignore the pain. He successfully ignored the pain for a little while, until the pain came back and it was a stabbing pain this time. "Ow!...What the hell?!" Dean mutters to himself and looks at his shoulder. The handprint that Cas had left on him, after raising him from hell, was throbbing a little and really painful. "Sonofabitch!" Dean groaned and held his shoulder, hoping it would help, but it didn't. He was so confused and he needed answers. He quickly rinsed off and shut off the water. He dried off and got dressed and called Cas.

Castiel left his phone on vibrate as he tried to get some sleep. He was still an angel, but he had been hanging around the Winchesters for, what feels like, forever. He found the simple things about humanity very interesting. Sleep was his favorite. Castiel' phone vibrated loudly on his bedside table, startling him awake. He quickly grabbed his phone and saw that Dean was calling. He sighed and hit answer. "Hello, Dean." His voice was groggy and filled with sleep. "Hey Cas. Um...do you think you could um...come by the bunker for a minute?...Or two?" Dean sounded a little worried and nervous and Cas took notice of it. "Why? Is something wrong, Dean?" Dean winced a little and held his shoulder. "Yeah, no. Everything is fine. I just um...need some answers...to some questions..." Castiel was just completely confused. "Uhm...Yeah, sure. I'll be there soon." Dean sighed in relief. "Thanks Cas." Dean hung up before another word was said. Cas got dressed and then zapped over to the bunker.

Dean heard a flap of wings behind him and quickly turned around and almost punched Cas. "Oh shit...Jesus Christ, Cas! Don't do that!" Dean was trying to calm down his heart rate. "Sorry, Dean...I forgot..." Cas looked down a little. "It's fine, Cas. Just...try to remember next time." Cas just nodded. "So...what was your question?" Dean's face and ears immediately flushed pink and he looked to the ground. "Oh...yeah...right...uhm, well..." Dean lifts up his left shirt sleeve to reveal the handprint Cas had left on him. Only, it was more red than normal and a little swollen. "It just started hurting out of nowhere and I have no idea why. Do you know?" Cas just stared at the handprint, eyes wide. "Cas?...You ok? What's happening?...Does this mean I have a disease? Am I dying?" Dean was starting to worry a lot. Cas finally snapped out of his thoughts. "No, you're not dying. And it's not a disease..." Dean just looked at Cas, puzzled. "Then...what is it?" Cas blushed slightly and looked to the floor and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Um...it's a uh...it's a 'connection'..." Dean raised an eyebrow at Cas. "Connection? What kind of connection?" Cas rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "A 'longing' connection..." Dean was still confused. "Ok, Cas, you're gonna have to explain it more." Cas's face reddened more and he didn't look up at Dean. "A longing for certain touch..." Dean was still confused, but then he thought about it more and finally realized what Cas was saying. "Oh, no. No Cas..." He points a finger at Cas's face. "That is NOT gonna happen!" Cas looked up at Dean and looked a little hurt. "I understand, Dean. This is all very uncomfortable. But...it's the only way to stop the... 'pain'..." Dean sighed and looked down at the ground. "How much contact is needed?" Cas thought for a second. "I'm not sure. A mark like that can be very...demanding." Dean's eyes widened. "You mean...I might need to have sex with you?!" Cas just nodded. "There is that possibility..." Cas's face was redder than a damn tomato. Dean sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine. But we need to get Sam out of the bunker first. And you better not breathe a word of this to him." Cas just nods in agreement.

Dean went to go check on Sam to see if he found a hunt yet. Cas followed Dean and went to go sit in a chair at the study table. "Hey, Sammy. Any luck?" Sam didn't look up from his laptop. "Uhm, yeah actually. There's a small case, not too far from here. Possibly a ghost." Dean silently celebrated. "Sweet! Um, since it's a small case, would you like to take this one on your own?" Sam finally looks up at Dean, surprised at his weird behavior. "Dean, you never pass up a hunt. What's going on with you?" Dean just froze a little. "I uh-" Cas cuts him off. "He needs to take care of a few things here at the bunker." Dean looked over to Cas with wide eyes. "What? I was helping." Dean sighed at Cas's comment. "The truth is, Sammy, I do need to take care of a few things. And I need Cas's help with these things. And there are people who need to be saved so...you go save, and I'll do my things." Sam just looked at Dean and then Cas and then back to Dean. "Ok. If you really want me to, I'll go." Sam starts packing up the things he needs. "I'll try not to be gone long. I should be home tomorrow." Dean looked at him questioningly. "Tomorrow? I thought you said the case wasn't far from here?" Sam packed up his laptop. "It's not. It's just one, measly state. Not far at all. I'll just stay in a motel and come back in the morning." Dean just nodded. The thought of being left alone all night with Cas made his skin crawl...but in a most pleasurable way. And that's when the mark started stinging again. Dean hissed a little and held his shoulder. Sam looked at him concerned. "You okay, Dean?" Dean just nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just...my nerves are having a spasm." Sam just laughed a little and nodded. "Ok then. Well, you have fun with your 'shoulder nerve spasm', I'm gonna go gank a ghost." Sam grabbed his bags. "See y'all tomorrow. Try not to wreck the place. I just cleaned everything." Dean laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Just get going. You've got people to save." Sam walked up the stairs to the door and left.

As soon as Dean was sure Sam was gone, he grabbed Cas's hand and dragged him to his room. They both went inside and Dean locked the door behind them. Cas raised an eyebrow. "Dean? Why did you lock the door? I don't think that was necessary." Dean slowly made his way to Cas. "Because, just in case Sam does come back for some reason, I don't want him hearing or... seeing..." Cas just nodded. "Right. Ok, are you ready?" Dean nodded. "Yeah. As ready as I'll ever be." Cas smiled slightly. "Alright, take off your shirt then." Dean's eyes went wide and he blushed a little. "What?!...C-can't you just touch the handprint from under my sleeve?" Cas just laughed a little. "No, Dean. When I said contact, I meant to your body. Not just the handprint." Dean's eyes widened more. "So I am gonna have to have sex with you!" Cas just blushed and wetted his dry lips nervously and looked down. "Well...I didn't say that...but there's a chance that you might..." Dean just sighed and was trying not to let his thoughts over come him. Just do it, you big wuss! You've wanted to do the bad business with Cas since...well, since he saved your ass from the Pit! Dean quickly silenced his thoughts and did something he might soon regret. "Ok. Fine...I'll do it. But our promise still stands. Never mention this again and definitely don't tell Sam." Cas nodded in agreement. "Agreed." Dean sighed again and raised his shirt over his head, as Cas had asked him to do so before.

He threw it to the floor and looked back at Cas. "Alright. Shirt's off. What now?" Dean had a bit of a sarcastic annoyance in his voice. Cas didn't answer. He just smiled a little and got closer to Dean. He placed his, surprisingly, freezing hands to Dean's chest and slowly rubbed it, feeling all over his chest. His eyes, not once leaving Dean's gaze. He wanted to see Dean's every reaction from within. Dean just froze and stared into Cas's bluer than blue eyes. His heart rate, now, skyrocketing and his breath hitched. Dean just kept staring for about 3 more seconds and then moved his eyes to Cas's lips. He noticed how his lips were always slightly parted and such a pale pink colour and how they always looked soft. Dean's curiosity got the better of him and, before he knew it, he bowed his head down a little to smash his lips to the, slightly shorter, angel's lips. Cas was completely taken aback but melted into Dean anyways. Dean firmly gripped Cas's waist and pulled him closer. Cas could feel all of Dean's muscles tightening, trying to pull Cas into him. Cas brought his hands up to the back of Dean's neck and gripped the hairs at the bottom of his neck. This earned a slight moan from Dean against Cas's lips. Cas smiled and carded his fingers through Dean's hair, occasionally tugging at it. Dean moaned a little more and pulled away from the kiss a little. "Cas?..." His voice was hush and breathy. Dean had his forehead pressed against Cas's and his eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. "Yes Dean?..." Cas was a little out of breath. "Can I uhm...c-can I take off your coat and shirt?..." Dean asked hesitantly and blushing. Cas just smiled and started shrugging off his trench coat. Dean helped him and got it off of him and threw it to where his own shirt was on the floor. He started undoing Cas's shirt buttons quickly, almost ripping them off. He slipped Cas's shirt off his arms and threw the shirt away too. He left Cas's loose tie around his neck for two reasons. One, it was too much effort to take it off. And two, he could grab it to pull him closer.

Dean looked over Cas's, surprisingly, fit body. Maybe it was even more fit than Dean's. He had amazing abs and, what looked to be, a firm chest. Dean was just awestruck. "Like what you see?" Cas smirked up at Dean. Dean immediately blushed. "Maybe..." Cas just chuckled a little. "Don't worry. I don't bite...a lot." Those last two words sent shivers down Dean's spine. He hesitantly brought his hands up to Cas's chest and he was right. He was pretty firm. Dean smiled as he glossed over Cas's chest and stomach. Cas flexed a little wherever Dean's hands went. He also moaned a little. Dean smirked at Cas and snaked his arms around his waist and picked him up and took him to the bed, setting him down gently. Dean gently pushed him down on the bed and straddled over him. His hands on either side of Cas's head and his knees on either side of Cas's hips. Cas smirked up at Dean and moved his leg slowly to where his knee rubbed up against Dean's bulge. Dean gasp-moaned a little and grew a little hard. "You're so mean, Cas..." Cas smirked up at Dean. "I know." Dean smirked back and sat down on Cas's legs so he can't move them anymore. "Hey! I need my legs..." Cas pouted a little. "No you don't. I'm taking over now." Dean smirked mischievously and it sent chills down Cas's spine. Cas bit his lip a little and gripped Dean's hips. Dean let out a small moan and moved his hips a little. He readjusted himself to where he's now sitting on Cas's hips. Cas bit his lip and smirked up at Dean.

Dean was having these very strange urges that he never thought he'd have. He was feeling weird feelings for Cas. "What are you doing to me, Castiel?" Cas smiled and rubbed Dean's sides again. "I'm making you realize what you feel for me." Dean just nodded. "You're absolutely right." He didn't even care about his damn problem with the handprint, he was too busy feeding his inner hunger for Cas. He smiled and leant down to kiss Cas's neck. Cas moaned a little and tilted his head and messed with Dean's hair. This earned a slight moan from Dean and he began suckling on Cas's neck. Cas bit his lip and moaned softly and carded his finger through Dean's hair. Dean kept suckling, and occasionally biting, Cas's neck. Which earned a few more moans from Cas. Dean finally broke away from Cas's skin with a pop, leaving behind a huge, now tender, red mark. "Oops...my bad..." Dean smirked at Cas. Cas blushed and reached up to touch the spot, but Dean moved his hand away. "Nuh uh. Don't touch it. Lemme make it better." Dean smirked and leant down to ghost kiss the, now even more, red mark. Dean's warm, soft breath flowing over the very sensitive mark made Cas gasp-moan and sent an amazing shiver down his spine. And, strangely enough, that particular shiver made him extremely hard. Dean could feel how hard Cas suddenly got and he raised an eyebrow at Cas. "Ooh! Did I trigger something?" Cas just stared at Dean with a seriously red face. He was trying to move his hips to relieve some of the pressure, but Dean was sitting on him. "I-I don't exactly know...this has uhm...this has never happened before..." Dean raised both of his eyebrows this time and smirked. "You've never had sex before?" Cas just hesitantly shook his head. "Well then. Let's see what the damage is, huh?" Cas gulped. "D-damage?..." Dean just laughed. "Don't worry, Cas. It's just a figure of speech." Cas relaxed a little, but he was still a little confused.

Dean leant back down to kiss along Cas's collarbone. Cas moaned softly and Dean started kissing down his chest and stomach. Cas flexed and gasp-moaned with each kiss. Dean kissed all the way down to the top of Cas's pants. He slowly unbuckled his belt, occasionally stroking him with his pinky. That earned a few strong gasp-moans from Cas and an even more prominent boner. Dean just smiled at how easy Cas would get hot and bothered. This is gonna be fun, he thought to himself. He slowly unbuttoned Cas's pants and began to slowly unzip them with his teeth, softly pressing into him as he goes. This earns a long gasp-moan. "D-Dean!!...Quit be-being mean!" Dean quickly looked up at Cas and gasped. "Me? The Dean Winchester? Mean?! I think not!" Cas sighed. "Then get your head out of your ass and get up mine!" Cas immediately blushed at what he said. "Whoa! Feisty alert! What crawled up your ass?" Dean just shook his head a little and laughed slightly. "Nothing....yet." He winks at Dean. Dean blushed hard. "Cas, I'm not-..." Dean sighed. "Ok, I'm not doing that...yet." Cas blushed and smiled. "Ok. Whenever you're ready." Dean smiled back and took Cas's pants off, leaving him in his boxers. When he pulled Cas's pants off, it caused his boxers to kinda slip as well.

Part of Cas's bulge was visible. Dean smirked and took advantage of this and kissed the slightly visible part of Cas 'himself'. This earned a very breathy gasp-moan from Cas and he grew harder and gripped Dean's hair, causing Dean to moan slightly. Dean slowly lifted his head up to looks at Cas. Cas's eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. He swallowed hard because he knew Dean was looking at him. "Sensitive, aren't we now?" Dean smirked wildly. Cas was breathing hard and swallowed again. "What'd you expect?...I've never felt this way before..." Dean raised his eyebrows. "You've never been with a guy before?" Cas shook his head. "I've never been with anyone before..." Cas blushed from embarrassment. Dean just chuckled. "Well then, when I'm done with you, you'll be able to feel everything." Dean smirked even more and a shiver went down Cas's spine.

Dean kept smirking and went back down to pull Cas's boxers off, inch by inch, kissing his length all the way down to his tip. Cas was already becoming a moaning mess and was growing harder by the second. Dean licked Cas's tip very softly and slowly and this sent Cas flying off the cliff. Cas was arching his back, his head thrown back, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets, his lip was about to burst from how hard he was biting it, and his breaths were very uneven. "You okay there, Cas?" Dean asked, his smirk able to be heard in his voice. "N...no..." Dean just chuckled and took Cas's tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Cas gasp-moaned out as loud as he could and arched his back even more. His eyes were squeezed shut. Dean slowly began taking more of him in, softly sucking him along the way. Cas was very sure that his back was about to break from how far he was arching it. He was also sure that his lip was probably bit in half by now. He also knew his voice would be gone tomorrow from all the moan-yelling he was doing.

Dean took all of Cas in and deep-throated him, causing Cas to just gasp. Cas couldn't really moan anymore because, like Dean had said, he can now feel everything and he doesn't know how to respond. Dean began to suck harder and rub Cas's hips. "Ohhhh shhhhhhhit..." Cas's voice was raspy and breathy and he began to thrust his hips into Dean's mouth. Dean quickly held Cas's hips to the bed with his firm grip. "UGH...DAMMIT DEAN!! I NEED MOVEMENT!!" Dean just chuckled a little and pulled off of Cas to look at him. "If it's movement that you need, then I guess it's movement that you ain't gonna get." Cas frowned and whined. "Deeeeaaaan...pleeeeaassseee! I need either you to move or let me move. This is not a very fun feeling..." Dean just laughed. "Cas, this is all part of the process. You need to have a little fun. And torture is fun." Cas frowned even more. "It might be for you...but not on the receiving end..." Dean sighed. "Ok, ok...sorry." Dean slowly wrapped his warm hand around Cas' length and gripped him firmly. Cas threw his head back and grew harder in Dean's grasp. "Damn, you're extremely sensitive." Dean chuckled and Cas growled a little. "Shut up and move!" Dean laughed a little and shook his head. "Ok, ok...bossy." Cas just rolled his eyes.

Dean did as Cas requested and started to slowly move his hand up and down, pumping Cas. Cas's breath hitched and he gripped the bed sheets hard. Dean stayed at a painfully slow pace, which was very displeasing to Cas. "Dean...faster...please..." Dean just chuckled and went slower. Cas growled lowly. "Dammit, Dean...you're so mean..." Dean smirked and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "If I were mean, I wouldn't be doing any of this." Dean's soft, yet raspy, voice sent a huge shiver down his spine. Cas bit his lip more and Dean moved his hand faster. "UGH!" Cas grunted and tried to move his hips, but Dean still wouldn't let him. Cas growled and clawed at Dean's grip on his hips, but Dean wouldn't budge. "Dean, please...let me move!" Dean just laughed at the squirming angel beneath him. "I'm sorry, angel. I can't do that." Cas pressed his head back into the pillow and swallowed. He loved it when Dean called him angel. Granted, it was just the one time, but he loved the way it made him feel.

After a few minutes of moaning and groaning and grunting, (Oh my!) Cas finally came close. "Dean...I-...I think I'm close..." Dean smirked wildly and kept slowly pumping him but also slowly licked his tip before taking it into his mouth. Cas was really trying to hold back now. Dean slowly swirled his tongue around Cas's tip and Cas just lost it. He moaned out loudly as he came. Dean took all of it in and swallowed it all and pulled off of Cas with a loud 'pop'. Cas was just completely out of breath and Dean was just smirking like he had gotten away with stealing. Dean laid on the bed next to Cas, turned on his side to face Cas, and rubbed his chest softly. "Well?" Cas was still trying to control his breathing. "That...was...heavenly..." Cas laughed softly at the end of his sentence. Dean laughed as well. "Oh, c'mon. It wasn't that good." Dean blushed a little and laid his arms criss-crossed across Cas's chest and rested his chin on his arms. Cas looked at Dean and smiled. "You're right. It wasn't that good." Dean frowned a little. "Wait...it wasn't?" Cas just smiled more and shook his head. "Nope." Cas popped the 'p'. "Oh...o-ok then..." Dean frowned a little more and rolled off of Cas. Cas looked to Dean and did the same thing Dean had done to him, laying on his chest with his criss-crossed arms. "It was fantastic." Dean looked confused. "Wait...I thought you just said it wasn't that good?" Cas just laughed. "I was playing you, De. It's one of the many things I've learned from you." Cas smirked at the end of his sentence and Dean raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And uh...what else have you learned from me?" Dean smirked as well and played with Cas's black, silky, sex hair, which made Cas lean into his touch and close his eyes. "I guess that'll have to wait for some other time." Cas opened his eyes and he had a devious smirk plastered on his face. His eyes were filled with blue, fiery passion and hunger.

This man, this 'angel of the Lord', had definitely done something to Dean. He was trying to get inside his head, and it worked. He broke past every single defense he put up and he unlocked every door. That's when Dean knew he had found his match. I guess you could say it was a 'match made in heaven'...literally. Dean smiled a very genuine smile at Cas and cupped his face and brought his lips to his angel's. The kiss was soft, yet passionate and powerful. When Dean broke away to press his forehead to Cas's, he bit his own lip a little at what he was about to say. "I love you, Cas." Those four words were something he never thought he'd even say. But, at the same time, he felt that they needed to be said. Cas just smiled and whispered against Dean's lips. "I already know, Dean." Dean smiled even more and kissed him again, holding his arms around Cas's waist to pull him into a close hug.

When they finally pulled away, they were snuggled up together under the blankets and sheets. They really didn't need blankets since it was already hot in the bunker, and they were cuddled up close together, but the blankets were soft and they hid their half-bare bodies. "Hey Cas?" Dean voice was hush. "Yes De?" Dean smiled at the nickname Cas had given him. "So, does this mean my handprint won't bother me anymore?" Cas chuckled a little and lifted his head up from Dean's chest to look at him. "The handprint was never the problem in the first place. I caused it to hurt." Dean's eyes shot wide. "What?! Why?!" Cas's smile immediately faded to a sorry frown. "I just...I wanted to see if you felt the same for me as I do for you...I'm sorry. There were other ways of doing this but...I was just too curious and this was the only way that came to my mind first." Cas looked back down and softly poked at Dean's chest. "I'm sorry for being dimwitted..." Dean just sighed and laughed a little. "It's ok, Cas. Honestly, if I were you, I would've done the same thing." Cas's head shot back up in surprise. "Really?" Dean nodded and kissed Cas's lips softly. "Yup. I understand you were desperate and, hell, I've done worse things when I'm desperate." Cas smiled wide and just hugged Dean's waist. His head on Dean chest, listening to Dean's strong heartbeat. "I love you, De." Dean smiled and hugged Cas around his shoulders. "I already know, Cas."
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A/N: Holy shit you guys. This chapter alone, without the author's note, was 4356 words. Holy crap. That's more than I've ever written for one chapter. But, this is a one-shots book and it is very detailed so I can understand why it's so long. Entyways, I hope y'all really liked it. I had so much fun writing this...and that's probably something I really shouldn't be proud of...all well. Also, I'm doing something I never thought I'd even dream of doing...I'm putting myself of an update schedule. *GASP* I know right? Me? On an update schedule?? Shut the front door, man! You crazy! Yeah, I know, I'm extremely crazy. But it's true. I'm going to be updating this story every Friday night @9 pm central time and I will be updating Second Chances every Saturday night @9 pm central time. And if you don't know you're time zones, I live in Texas and I'm smack dab in the middle of the central time zone. So, that means, if your west of Texas (or left, if you don't know your Cardinal Directions either) you subtract an hour from 9pm with each state you pass. (For example, if you're two states west/left of Texas, your time would be 7pm.) And the same goes for the east side of Texas (to the right) but you add an hour instead of subtracting. (For example, if you're two states to the east/right of Texas, your time is 11pm.) Alrighty, that was a very long explanation. All well. Stay awesomely weird you guys and gals. Peace out my little Dreamers.😜✌️️