Dean really loved how grumpy Castiel was in the morning, a wild tangle of hair on top of his head that Dean's fingers twitched with the urge to fix when he looked at him. The blind man rolled onto his back, letting out a huff at actually having to wake up before reaching out blindly and letting his fingers graze over Dean's skin, a yawn escaping his lips. Dean smiled a little, leaning down and kissing Castiel on the jaw gently, only to laugh softly when Castiel grumbled out something unintelligible, pushing Dean's face away.

"Don't even think about it. Not without coffee," Castiel finally muttered, turning so he was lying on his side with his back turned away from Dean. Dean just rolled his eyes, though there was no heat behind it as he pulled himself to his feet, stretching and letting out a soft groan when his shoulders and back popped in a pleasing way.

He headed to the kitchen, starting up the coffee brewer and leaned against the counter, a yawn leaving his lips as he stared out the window. Dean had a soft smile on his face, the comforting laziness of the entire place easing him. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever felt so peaceful, maybe when he had been younger and it had just been him and Sam. Yeah, that had been a good time, even if everything had gone south after he hit thirteen.

The coffee was finished, and he slowly drug himself from his thoughts and pushed himself from the lean on his counter, casting a single glance towards the trees that lined the property's perimeter before grabbing two mugs. He poured the coffee in, fixing it with a small bit of sugar and creamer, a bit sweet, but still a tang of bitterness that Castiel seemed fixated on. Finished, he grabbed both the cups and padded across the hallway towards the bedroom, smiling when Castiel had finally sat up and was huffing grumpily as he tried to get his hair to lay flat.

"Grumpier than usual, huh?" Dean said with a cheeky grin, snickering when Castiel glared in his general direction. Instead of responding, though, he rubbed his hand through his hair one more time before giving up and instead taking the cup of coffee when Dean let it just barely touch his hand as a guide.

Castiel took a long sip before setting it on the stand next to the bed, letting out a sigh as he laid back, Dean watching as he drank his own cup of coffee.

"Dean? Can we just lay in bed today?" Castiel asked, his body seeming to collapse into itself as he relaxed, his eyes closing before fluttering back open. Dean only smiled, knowing exactly what Castiel was feeling. A new home, a new life, sometimes, there just needed to be a little time to really let it all sink in.

He set his own cup down beside Castiel's before pulling himself onto the bed, straddling Castiel's waist and kissing him gently, his fingers brushing against the shifting jaw of Castiel as the man responded in a slow, almost lazy way.

It felt like a freedom to lick his way into Castiel's mouth, swiping his tongue over the man's and smiling when he swallowed down a pleasured noise that escaped Castiel's throat. Dean moved slowly, letting each movement of his tongue run along Castiel's mouth with ease before pulling away with a swipe across his bottom lip, grinning at the slight pink that was beginning to form on Castiel's cheeks.

"Are you okay with this, Dean?" Castiel asked, the tone behind his words soft and almost scared. Dean frowned, leaning down and kissing Castiel gently on the forehead, breathing in his scent and smoothing back his hair from his face.

"Are you?" Dean asked, sitting back and not moving until Castiel nodded. He let his fingers brush over the clothed skin of Castiel's chest gently until the man seemed to relax a little, and the fear in his face began to finally to ease itself.

"If it's with you," Castiel replied after a moment, though his voice shown his hesitance in it. Dean sighed, letting his hand cup Castiel's jaw and kissing him once more gently before rolling over, pulling the man on top of him and letting his free hand trail over his back comfortingly.

"Is being on top better?" Dean asked softly, staring up at Castiel as the man placed his hands on Dean's chest, pushing himself up and letting Dean's hand slide to his hip instead, where he gently rubbed the prominent bone that peaked out against his skin.

"It..." Castiel paused, a flush reaching his cheeks and spreading towards his ears, "It feels...safer," He mumbled, and it didn't take Dean long to notice that Castiel was becoming hard, slowly rocking against Dean's hips almost subconsciously, letting his own hardening cock brush against his butt.

"Like this then?" Dean asked, just to be sure, keeping a firm hold on Castiel as rocked a little bit, letting his fingers make circles on Castiel's skin, his thumbs tickling his hip bones and smiling when Castiel's breath hitched just the smallest bit. Castiel nodded once before Dean reached up, guiding Castiel down to his lips with a gentle hand on the back of his neck.

The kiss was still gentle, never moving much more than the soft rub of their tongues and quiet explorations of each other's mouths. Castiel had begun to roll his hips ever so slightly, the friction between them causing soft moans to escape both their lips and swallowed up by each other. When they parted, Dean let out a chuckle, receiving a crease of eyebrows from Castiel as his head tipped just slightly in confusion.

"What?" Castiel asked softly, though his movements didn't stop. Dean just let his fingers graze up and down his skin, reaching the lower part of Castiel's back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"I'm just...happy, I guess," Dean admitted after a moment of silence, a quirked smile still on his face as he let his head sink further into the pillow beneath his head, watching as Castiel's face seemed to light up with his words. The blind man's hips stuttered a little at his words, kissing the closest part of Dean's skin, which was his nose.

"I'm happy too," Castiel said, kissing a bit lower, just barely brushing his lips over Dean's cupid's bow, "The only thing that could possibly make me happier, is seeing your face again," Castiel continued, kissing a bit rougher than before, though it was the tamest, most passionate kiss that Dean had ever experienced.

He pulled away a moment, though, his turn to be confused, "What do you mean?" Dean asked, only to be distracted when Castiel sucked a spot just underneath his jaw, sending shivers through his spine as he continued to kiss lower, tugging at Dean's t-shirt in a movement that meant he should take it off.

As he did, Castiel let his fingers find his place before he began kissing Dean again, his tongue and teeth just barely grazing over Dean's collarbone, "The wreckage of your convoy, looking for survivors before we got captured," Castiel whispered, licking a stripe back up Dean's neck to his chin, "I could never forget your smell, leather and oil so strong compared to the rest of the men. Your freckles, I can remember freckles..."

Castiel trailed off after that, losing himself to what they were doing and instead focusing on the feeling of rubbing himself against Dean. Dean, on the other hand, could only hold on to Castiel, a warmth filling his chest as he let it sink in that Castiel knew what he looked like, even if it had only been a fleeting look in search of survivors.

Castiel pulled his shirt over his head, bringing Dean out of his thoughts and staring at the lithe yet strong build of the man, his lips parting just a little bit as he felt heat pool in his stomach at the sight of how fit he actually was. He slid his hand along Castiel's stomach, a grin splitting his face when it trembled to his touch and Castiel ground down just a bit harder against Dean.

Dean slid Castiel's boxers down, helping him rise up just enough and eventually working it off his body, taking a moment just to appreciate how Castiel looked, naked and spread out on top of him, a flush reaching his chest and cheeks. Dean bucked up just a little, pushing Castiel off his body long enough to pull his own boxers down and letting their skin rub together as they started rolling their hips to meet each other, moans leaving Dean's lips when his cock brushed along Castiel's butt.

Dean barely had a chance to catch a glimpse of the fear in Castiel's eyes before the man was struggling to get away, his body beginning to tremble as he jerked himself across to the other side of the bed, his chest heaving as rough gasp left his lips, half sobs wrenching themselves from his throat. Dean stared at him in shock for just a moment before he realized what was going on and rolled over, tentatively reaching out and just barely touching Castiel's shoulder.

"It's okay, Cas," Dean whispered, stroking his bicep gently as the man quivered, pulling himself into as small of a ball as he could. Dean scooted just a little closer, pressing a kiss on top of Castiel's head, keeping his fingers gentle and non-threatening.

"I'm sorry," Castiel whispered, earning a sigh from Dean as he shook his head against Castiel's temple, letting his nose brush through his hair and pulling Castiel against his chest, working his other arm under him and holding him gently.

"It's not your fault, Cas. I knew better than to try sex so soon," Dean reassured, his fingers finding the soft hair on the back of Castiel's neck. He had almost forgotten how long it had been before Dean could have lived with himself again after his first incident.

"I...I want it. I want to be able to do...normal things like everyone else," Castiel whimpered, his body quivering like a leaf, stinging Dean's heart like a knife when Castiel held tightly onto him, tears slicking his chest.

"Well..." Dean finally managed to get out, running his fingers over Castiel's spine gently, "We never said that you had to be the bottom," Dean stated slowly, his own spine tingling at the thought. If it was for Castiel though, he didn't care for his own discomfort.

Still, Castiel seemed to know what he was feeling, "N-no. You can't..." Castiel replied, blindly stroking Dean's face and neck, a soothing gesture that made Dean's heart pick up pace. In all actuality, it didn't matter whether they ever had sex or not. Dean was okay to live like that to make Castiel happy.

"Cas...Let's at least try. We can stop if it gets too much," Dean offered, but Castiel shook his head, gripping him tightly and pushing Dean onto his back, straddling his waist before he could move.

"I won't let you," Castiel huffed, twisting and letting his hands run over Dean's thighs, pulling his knees up to rest against his back, "Just...stay there, okay?" Castiel continued, hesitancy in his voice, though it lessened as he rested back against Dean's legs, taking in a deep breath.

"D-Dean...I need to be prepped...right?" Castiel asked, stirring Dean into action, pushing himself up on his elbows, kissing Castiel gently on the lips before running his fingers over Castiel's lips, letting them be pulled in by Castiel's tongue as he slowly began to suck.

~Smut Begins Around Here~

When Dean decided that his fingers were slick enough, he slowly trailed them down to Castiel's back, shifting his legs so he could reach behind Castiel and pushing himself a bit up just a bit more, mouthing over Castiel's collarbone as he circled Castiel's entrance, keeping a close eye as Castiel shivered against him. If there was even the slightest bit of fear, he would stop, no matter what Castiel said.

His finger slowly pressed in, and Castiel's hips jerked in response, a slight hiss leaving his throat as he was met with the burning sensation. Still, Dean worked him slowly, moving almost painfully slow until Castiel was gripping tight onto his shoulders, pressing his lips against Dean's hairline to hold back the noise leaking from his mouth.

"You...okay?" Dean asked, not realizing he was panting until he tried to speak. Castiel let out a little whimper full of need, pushing back against Dean's hand in response, his hips rolling to try and get some movement inside of him. Dean took that as go ahead, beginning to ease another finger in, pausing when Castiel froze, his hips faltering in their movement.

"I-it burns a bit but...it feels good," Castiel mumbled out, taking to wrapping his arms around Dean's neck instead of gripping his shoulders, beginning to move again when Dean kissed his shoulder, his arm shaking to keep him propped up. He didn't really notice though, focusing on making as good as possible for Castiel as he finally worked a second finger inside, easing in and out in a thrusting motion slowly, then faster when Castiel's hold tightened.

Dean managed to get one more finger inside before Castiel was shivering with need, his cock steadily leaking precum onto Dean's stomach, "I...I need you inside," Castiel moaned out, his voice straining to keep firm and sending heat straight through Dean.

"Okay, okay, Cas," Dean replied gently, removing his fingers and wrapping his hand loosely around his own dick, using his precum to slick it before finally letting himself lean back a bit, switching arms and stroking Castiel's jaw.

"You sure you want to do this?" Dean asked, letting his thumb graze gently under Castiel's eye, staring at those unseeing blue eyes blown black from wide pupils. Castiel nodded, turning his head and kissing underneath Dean's thumb, his eyes closing as he focused on relaxing to make it easier.

Dean carefully guided himself to Castiel's entrance, slowly pushing in and helping Castiel sink down. The blind man tensed for just a moment, his breath seeming to leave him before his nails scratched at Dean's back, getting a hold where it would help with the stretching. When Dean bottomed out, Castiel let go of Dean's neck and instead leaned back against his propped up legs, stroking along the sides of them as he attempted to adjust.

Dean took the opportunity to let his hands have a rest and fall back onto the bed, letting his hands move to grip Castiel's hips instead, waiting patiently despite the incessant need to thrust beginning to wash over him.

Castiel's hand found one of Dean's and held tightly, pulling it from his hips and linking their fingers together instead, "O-okay, I'm ready," Castiel whispered, opening his eyes where Dean could see the trust and love in them. Dean felt his own breath catch in his throat, swallowing back the thickness that was forming and instead rolling his hips, gyrating up against Castiel.

The moan that escaped from Castiel's lips was soft and full of lust, his hand tightening on Dean's a bit more as he slowly began to relax, losing the tenseness of before as he allowed himself to find pleasure in something that had been so horrible to him before.

Dean moved gently, rolling his hips in an easy pattern so it didn't jerk Castiel too much, "Is this okay? You're not in pain?" Dean asked, his thumb running over the skin on the back of Castiel's hand. Castiel smiled, bringing that hand up and pressing his lips to the knuckles, beginning to raise up and down in time with Dean's thrusts.

"You're so worried for me," Castiel stated, panting leaving his mouth as he met Dean with his thrust, soft moans steadily growing louder as the pleasure began to multiply the more they moved.

"I don't want to hurt you," Dean breathed out, the warmth all around him building the low burn in the pit of his stomach. Castiel let out a sudden whine, and Dean angled his thrusts to hit towards that spot, grinning when he found the blind man's prostate.

"I trust you," Castiel moaned out, his tone making it clear that the time for talking was done as his free hand rested on Dean's chest, his fingers clenching and unclenching as he moved a bit faster, a bit more desperately.

Dean pulled Castiel down, kissing him as he felt his impending orgasm building inside of him. Castiel was moaning and whining with each thrust, huffs leaving his mouth as he shivered and pressed back into the thrusts easily, rubbing against Dean for friction as his thrusts began to grow just the smallest bit rougher.

Who orgasmed first, Dean didn't know. He could only see white and his mind blanked as he rode his orgasm, his fingers tightening on Castiel's hand and hip until he was scared he was going to bruise them. When he finally came back down, he was greeted with a slick stickiness on his stomach and chest, with Castiel resting his head against his shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

~Smut Ends~

Dean let go of Castiel's hand and hugged him tightly before pushing them both into a halfway sitting position, smiling a little bit when he saw a grin and blush on Castiel's face, "We probably need to get cleaned up," Dean offered, petting the back of Castiel's neck gently. Castiel let his hand slid up Dean's arm, resting on his neck and rubbing on the bottom of his jaw. When they kissed, warmth filled Dean's chest and he never wanted to let go.