Castiel's POV

Castiel woke up that night in a terror, his body stiff and his wings shaking as he snapped awake from his nightmare. His eyes remained wide, his breaths coming in gasps for several seconds before he finally made out the figure of sleeping Dean in his bed. With quivering limbs, he slid off his bed and crawled across the small space between their beds.

Dean was laying on one side of his bed, his face looking peaceful and serene as his right arm was spread from his body, hanging from the side of his bed. Castiel let out soft whimper, glancing around at the darkness that surrounded the corners before reaching out and taking his hand. Immediatly, Dean pulled Castiel closer, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into the bed.

"It's okay, Sammy. I've got you." Dean whispered comfortingly, not bothering to open his eyes before dozing back to sleep. He must have done this to his brother when he had nightmares. Castiel thought, his heart hammering in his chest as he felt the toned muscles pressing into his chest and torso. He tried to ignore how close the hunter's skin was to his face, but  the angel turned bright red and was thankful he was alseep.

Dean must have felt how stiff Castiel, or Sam as his sleepy state thought he was, because he brushed his hand over his hair comfortingly. Castiel shivered under the touch, his hand warm against the chilled skin of his neck. His wings struggled to lay comfortable though, fluttering and quivering as they tried to keep still. Castiel shifted a bit, the muscles in his back and wings straining to keep the feathers off of Dean.

 The angel lasted only a few minutes, before he wrinkled his nose as the wings dropped to the ground, draping over Dean's arms as they held him. He heard the green-eyed male mumble something under his breath, his grip tightening momentarily. Castiel froze, waiting for Dean to wake up and freak out, only to relax as his expression turned relaxed again.

Dean pulled Castiel closer their chest pressing together and the angel's head on the hunter's shoulder. Castiel blushed, biting his lip as trying to wriggle away. This would end very badly.

Dean only mumbled again in his sleep, making Castiel freeze once again. Time seemed to freeze as he waited for the hunter to settle back into his sleep, and he held his breath, only to let out a small gasp when Dean moved his fingers over the feathers of his wings. Castiel clasped a hand over his mouth, alarm on his face as the sleeping male continued to rub them, spikes of pleasure running through his spine.

Dean, don't touch them! Castiel thought, pushing out with his mind. He was only met with the sleepy darkness of Dean's brain, only the word Soft running through it. Castiel let out another gasp as Dean touched the more sensitive downy feathers, his wings fluttering into the touch.

Castiel stared at Dean in shock as the boy continued to stroke his wings. Although his mind was filled with complete innocence, the way he made Castiel squirm was downright unholy.

The angel watched Dean's relaxed sleeping state, the way his lips parted slightly as his soft breath ghosted over his face, the way they quirked a little bit as his fingers ran over one of the softer feathers, and Castiel lost it. He leaned forwards slowly, pausing when their lips were only centimeters apart. Castiel bit his lip before gently brushing against the hunter's soft skin before pulling away.

He felt absolutely like shit for doing it, but as Dean touched where the wings met his shoulder blades, he leaned into his lips again, remaining slow and careful so he wouldn't wake him up. He was a bit surprised when Dean automatically kissed the angel back. Castiel pulled away, his breath slightly heavier as he began to panic. Dean was stirring.

Focusing, his took a deep breath and suddenly he was sitting in his own bed, glsd to know he could teleport. He let out a sigh of relief and laid down, forcing his breathing to be slow and even as he heard Dean sit up, who let out a soft groan before plopping back down on his bed. When his breathing evened out again, Castiel let out a soft of relief, closing his eyes, only to blush a moment later.

What a weird way to get a first kiss.

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Castiel woke up that morning when he felt someone shake his shoulder, his wing flexing out and pushing the man away with a groan. He heard a deep chuckle and it wasn't a second later when he felt fingers dig into his ribs. He let out a scream of laughter, jerking away and falling off the bed.

"Why did you do that Dean?!" Castiel whined, shaking his wings and slowly standing up. Dean smirked at him, crossing his arms over his chest. The angel blushed, but hid it by turning away with a 'hmp' and heading towards the kitchen.

"Glad to see ya idgits are awake." A gruff voice startled Castiel as he walked into the kitchen, turning and seeing the older man with the baseball cap sipping on a glass of alcohol. Castiel rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit shy as he looked at the ground.

"Bobby, you're intimidating him." Dean said, rolling his eyes as he smiled fondly at the older man. Castiel relaxed a little with Dean around, but still refused to talk as he set about making some coffee. A moment later, he had two mugs set out and was pouring the dark liquid into them. It was a habit that he had started, making both of them coffee every morning. And, Dean had picked up a habit in three...two....

There it was. Dean had pressed against his back, which was strange because Castiel was so used to him pressing against his wings instead, and grabbed the coffee out from under the angel's arm. Castiel just assumed he was impatient.

"Thanks, Cas." Dean said before walking over to Bobby, who had a strange expression on his face as Castiel sat down beside the green-eyed hunter with his own mug. Silence ensued, and Castiel sipped on his coffee, feeling a little uncomfortable until a knock on the door interrupted it.

"I'll get it." Bobby said, standing up and exiting the room. Castiel and Dean exchanged glances before looking down at the table. It was Dean who spoke first, which Castiel was thankful for.

"Are you feeling okay? Your wings aren't hurting?" Dean asked kindly, his eyes raking over the black feathers. Castiel nodded, looking down at the table as he gripped the mug tighter. He was trying - and failing miserably - to hide his blush. Dean noticed, because he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, worry feeling his voice. Castiel shook his head, taking a deep breath and smiling up at Dean.

"I'm fine, how's your arm?" Castiel replied, his eyes wondering over to the red mark he could see barely poking out of from under the sleeve of his shirt. Dean shrugged, lifting it up and looking at it.

"I haven't really thought about it, but it's a fucking weird burn... Does it match your hand?" Dean asked, looking at it curiously. Castiel shrugged as well, reaching and placing his hand gently over it, matching the mark perfectly. Dean let out an impressed chuckle as Castiel pulled his hand away, letting his sleeve fall back down.

They didn't get to say anything else as Bobby walked in, a very tall boy with wild longish hair following behind him. "Hey Sammy." Dean said, grinning at the male. Castiel just remained silent, though he was listening intently.

"Hey, I just wanted to check on you guys." Sam said, sitting at the table. Bobby took the seat next to Sam, looking the roommates over with a bit of interest. Castiel shifted in his seat, feeling even more uncomfortable than he had been earlier.

"What I want to know is what exactly happened when you healed. What were you doing to Dean?" Bobby growled, an almost accusatory tone in his voice. Castiel flinched, and noticed Dean tensing beside him.

"Our souls bonded together....and the pain split between the two of us." Castiel mumbled, so quietly, that all of them had to lean forwards to hear. Sam's jaw clenched and unclenched, while Bobby only grunted.

"And what does a bonded soul mean?" Bobby asked cautiously,  his eyes narrowing as the angel began to blush. Castiel's wings slowly opened, subconsciously trying to make himself more intimidating rather than scared. Dean reached out, squeezing Castiel's arm until he relaxed, the wings folding back in place.

"Usually, bonded souls are only known to be between soul mates." Castiel whispered. Bobby leaned forwards, frowning as he struggled to hear, Sam doing the same. Dean, however, tensed, his eyes widening.

"W-wait, what?! I'm not gay!" Dean said, moving his hand away from Castiel's arm. A snort came from Sam's mouth, though he tried to hide behind a cough. Bobby only sighed, shaking his head.

"Like I said, usually. I've never heard otherwise, but there has to be exceptions like this one." Castiel muttered, though he felt his heart begin to hurt. He couldn't deny that the hunter was attractive, and after last night, his attraction to him was just getting worse.

"So you both are just going to pretend your souls aren't bonded? I'm sorry, but that just doesn't seem possible." Sam inputted, a smirk playing on his face. Dean growled at him, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Just because our souls are bonded doesn't mean that I'm going to start liking men. It's downright unnatural!" Dean spat, and Castiel had to look away from him. Sam must have noticed because when Castiel finally managed to look back up, there was sympathy in his face, which turned to plain annoyance as he looked back at Dean.

"You hunt DEMONS. Since when is anything in your life natural?" Sam growled softly, and even Bobby was surprised by his response. Dean's eyes widenend, caught off guard.

"Sam, are you..." Dean trailed off, and Sam gave off a cocky grin. Castiel frowned, feeling something strange roll off the boy. He glanced into his mind, seeing the image of a pretty girl with her hand linked with Sam's.  The words Jessica running through his mind. Then, Castiel watched as she burned on the ceiling, and even Castiel felt the pain.

"Guilty as charged." Sam said proudly, though Castiel could feel the lie. Sam wasn't gay. Another image came from the boy's mind. It was of Castiel, sitting at the table  as he was now, though he was looking at his cup, tears in the angel's eyes as Dean ranted. He's doing it for me. Castiel thought, feeling a bloom of happiness at Sam's kindness.

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." Dean said, his eyebrows furrowed in shock. Sam just shrugged before glancing at Castiel and standing.

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to head to the café down the street. " Sam said, turning to walk away. Castiel stood up suddenly, making all of them pause and look. He kept his gaze firmly on the table, unable to look at any of them.

"Sam, can I talk to you real quick?" Castiel mumbled. He didn't wait for an answer and was walking out of the room. When they reached the living room, he stopped, seeing Sam walk in a minute later.

"What do you need, Cas?" Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Castiel bit his lip, trying to think about the best way to say something, though he just let his wings drop sadly.

"Thank you for lying." Castiel said, watching as Sam blinked in surprise. He went to deny everything, but Castiel beat him to it. "I can read minds, Sam."

Sam shut his mouth, blushing slightly and nodding. They were quite for a moment before Castiel finally hugged him gently. Sam smiled a little and headed towards the door while Castiel returned to the kitchen.

"Well, since you two aren't dying anymore, I'm going back to Sioux." Bobby said gruffly, ignoring the small groan of protest of Dean. He clasped Castiel on the back with a rugged smile before heading towards the door.

Castiel looked over at Dean, and awkward silence fell over the both of them. The angel took a deep breath and collected the coffee mugs, brushing by Dean. He paused when the hunter grabbed his arm, biting his lip.

"Look, I didn't mean to be so rude about that." Dean muttered softly, and Castiel shrugged, folding his wings flat against his back so he could get through.

"It's fine, Dean. But I will tell you that my father, God, has told me personally that sexual preference doesn't matter. After all, souls are genderless." Castiel deadpanned, and Dean froze, staring at the back of the angel as he placed the mugs in the sink.

"Besides," Castiel said, his heart racing as he turned towards Dean with a wide grin on his face. He knew he was going to regret this later. "You acted like you enjoyed the kiss we had last night."

And ignoring Dean's face of fear, he sauntered away like the badass he was.