Castiel's mind felt like a fuzzy haze as he curled on top of Dean's warm chest, spikes of comfort running through his spine every time his boss's fingers trailed over his skin. The secretary slowly nuzzled his nose against Dean's cheek, letting his lips just barely brush over the skin as he sighed, their naked bodies warm and contented despite the cool air.

"Why did you decide to become part of the Devil's Angel?" Castiel asked, his voice barely above the whisper so it didn't break the protective, safe bubble that seemed to surround them. It was as if nothing could touch them right now, and Castiel wouldn't give it for the world.

"At first, I was in the band," Dean began, his arms wrapping around Castiel's waist gently and keeping a firm hold on him, "but then my brother got sick. I had a choice: get a normal job and provide for him, or keep doing what I was doing and risk losing my brother were the band to fall apart.

"Obviously, I chose to save my brother," Dean continued, letting out a soft sigh, his grip tightening just the slightest bit at the mention of his brother, "I told my band that I couldn't stay, and they begged me. Charlie even cried. Eventually, we worked it out where I could have this job, but stay in the band. It's a lot of work, but I really love both my jobs."

"I can understand that," Castiel said, his voice full of wonder as he stared at the green eyes watching him. They were so beautiful, "But, why did you choose to hide your identity? Why wear the mask?"

Dean sighed, his brows furrowing slightly as he tried to think of the best response, "A celebrity has no privacy. I know that for a fact," He answered, tensing his jaw, "I didn't want anyone getting in my personal life. Bothering Sam....I couldn't handle the thought of him being trapped while people gawked..."

As Dean trailed off, Castiel saw something in Dean's eyes. It was almost like the look he had been giving the secretary, but it was so much deeper, so strong and intense that it brought a lump of emotion into Castiel's throat. He leaned forwards, kissing Dean without a second thought, his heart burning for the man he was so in love with.

"Can I meet Sam?" Castiel asked, his voice hesitant. Dean frowned, pushing them both into a half upright position, tipping his head as he supported himself on his elbows.

"Do you really want to?" Dean asked, a conflicted look in his eyes as Castiel nodded. Eventually, his boss sighed, leaning up and pecking him gently on the lips.

"I'll take you tomorrow."

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When Dean pulled up to the mental institution, not a word was spoken between Castiel or his boss as they got out of his Impala. Castiel glanced over, but Dean refused to look at him, taking a deep breath as the secretary made his way over to Dean's side.

Dean grabbed Castiel's hand, holding it tightly as he began leading their way in. Castiel had never seen Dean so nervous looking before and it only made things were for the secretary as they approached the front desk, the nurse greeting them with a friendly smile.

"Hello Dean," The woman said, her voice soft and polite as she looked at the both of them, "Sam is in the activity room if you would like to see him. He's been really talkative today. Something about hearing you sing over the radio."

"Thank you, Carrie," Dean replied, glancing back at Castiel and leading him down the left hall. Castiel looked around as they walked, feeling a bit too nervous to say anything to Dean in case it was the wrong thing to say. From the look on Dean's face, he was thinking the same thing.

The activity room was nice, with warm cream colored walls and wooden tables dotting the area. The chairs were cushioned, and the occupants were seeming to enjoy themselves as they roamed to and fro, playing games, and talking to others or even themselves.

Dean led him over to a man with long, a bit frazzled hair, laughing and talking to the air in front of him, playing what looked like to be a one man game of chess. Castiel took a deep breath, preparing himself as they approached.

"Hey, Sammy, I brought a friend for you," Dean said, his voice so soft and gentle that it left Castiel shocked. Never in all his life had he heard Dean be even remotely that sweet sounding, not even earlier that day. However, it seemed to be normal according to his brother, as the man turned and smiled a wide smile, his tired face lighting up at the sight of them.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, standing and easily towering over the both of them as he gave them both a strong hug, "I was hoping you would come today. Who's this?"

"This is Castiel, my secretary," Dean replied, smiling as he returned his brother's hug. Castiel was a bit more awkward, but still, Sam didn't seem to mind.

"Ohhh, does that mean you guys are fucking?" Sam asked, making Castiel choke on the air he was currently breathing in. Dean gave his brother an exasperated glance, though it was barely concealing his amusement.

"Yes, Sammy. That's what it means," Dean said, rolling his eyes and patting Castiel on the back to help, "Did they change your medicine again?"

"No, but some little bastard stole my shoe..."

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"Well, that was wild from start to finish," Castiel commented as they finally walked out of the institution an our later. His smile was still on his face, and his cheeks hurt from how much Sam made him laugh. Dean was walking beside him, shaking his head as he pulled out his keys.

"He's not usually that bad," Dean said with a smirk on his face, "One of the nurses told me that his dosage was being experimented with, so he might be like that for a few more weeks."

"I've never laughed so hard in my life. The stories he told were amazing," Castiel replied, looking at the car as they approached. Neither of them got in though, but merely leaned against the side, relaxing in the cool fall air.

"He was going to be a writer before his sickness took over. Something about a story idea of him and me going through the world, fighting monsters," Dean replied with a chuckle, looking over at Castiel before his smile fell, "Most of my relationships ended after they met Sam though, so I'm really glad you liked him."

At this, Castiel was shocked, "Why would I not like him? He made you smile and laugh like I've never seen before," Castiel replied, furrowing his eyebrows. Dean just shrugged, kicking at the ground with his foot softly.

"Most people didn't like the idea of the burden it was to have an insane brother," Dean replied, giving Castiel a small smile. The secretary sighed, leaning over so their shoulders brushed slightly.

"They weren't talking about Sam." Castiel said, a cheeky tone coming into his voice. It took his boss a minute to get it, but it was followed by a 'hey' and then Castiel was pinned against the Impala.

"God, I love you." Dean said, a twinkle in his eyes that Castiel never really noticed before. The secretary could only smile, feeling everything click into place as Dean's soft lips touched his.

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Boom! This is the end of Devil's Angel!(this is incredible short compared to my other ones). Anyways! Like and Comment if you enjoyed! Hopefully, I can get my other stories going too and then get started on some new ones for you guys ;)