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"Dean, stay right here, Cas will be on his way soon." Sam told his older brother as if he was talking to toddler.
"I put Scooby Doo on the TV, me and Rowena will be back as soon as we get your memory restored." With that, Dean watched him walk out the door. Who was Cas? He thought to himself still staring at the door his brother was just standing in. Soon, he was distracted by the TV screen and the goofy colorful cartoons.
"Sam?" Dean called, he had already forgotten where he went, all he knew was Sam was his brother and he was supposed to be with him at all times. As Dean looked around the room He soon caught sight of the talking dog running across the TV screen, distracting him again. A knock hammered at the door almost scaring Dean, he was so focused on the cartoons.
"Sam, that you?" Dean called to whoever was knocking at the door.
"Hello, Dean." A voice said softly as it opened the door.
"Who are you?" Dean asked the unknown man who was now walking to the dining table and setting down a brown paper bag, seemingly full of food.
"I'm Cas. Sam sent me to watch over you while he's breaking the memory spell."
"Oh, well... Nice to meet you Cas." Dean said in a friendly tone.
"Actually, Dean. You know me already." Cas explained with a not-quite-sad expression on his face. It sort of hurt to think that Dean had forgotten about him. "I do? How do I know you?" Dean questioned, this man did kinda seen familiar but he couldn't quite place where he knew him from. He didn't know what it was but Dean felt an undeniable comfort when he looked at the man. "I am your friend." Cas answered now smiling. Dean returned the smile already forgetting the mans name and how he'd gotten in his motel room. But Cas's smile was to sincere to him he couldn't help it.
"What's your name?" Dean continued to ask, still staring at him. "I'm Castiel, but you can call me Cas." Cas seemed to be entertained by child-like Dean. "Can I tell you something Cas?" Dean said appearing flustered but determined to make a move. "Sure." Cas answered, slightly curious as to what memory-loss Dean had going on in his head. "I think you're pretty." Dean said matter-of-factly and studied how his words affected the man. "Your eyes are gorgeous." Dean informed him. Cas hid his cheeks from Dean, too flustered to come up with a response. Normal Dean would have never in a million years have told him that, but he liked it. It gave him butterflies like a school girl with a crush. After a little pause Cas replied,
"Thank you. You're very pretty as well." Now meeting Dean's eyes. After no more than three seconds, Dean turned back to face the television. While Dean was busy, Cas took the time to unpack the groceries he'd gotten on the way there, occasionally hearing Dean giggle at his cartoons. Distraction prone Dean once again shifted his gaze to Cas, who was currently bent over picking up an apple that had rolled on the floor. Not knowing any better, without warning, Dean swiftly stood up and walked over to where Cas was hunched over. He lifted his hand and with medium force smacked Cas's ass.
"Dean!" Cas yelled in shock as he turned to face Dean who now had the dumbest (and Cas thought, the cutest) little smirk stretched on his lips.
"Nice ass." Dean replied instead of apologizing. He looked like he didn't know he wasn't supposed to do such things he just saw an opportunity and went for it.
"Don't do that." Cas said sternly looking up at the other man who was far too close for comfort. They stared into each other's eyes, blue and green clashing. Dean had certainly forgotten when he just did but could still feel the tension. "You're very pretty." Dean said almost whispering, his mouth hung open slightly as he gazed. His heart was about to explode. There was a moment of silence that let the red return to Cas's face before Dean placed his hands on the slightly shorter man's hips. Cas was frozen in shock now and could do nothing but slowly watch Dean inch his mouth closer to him. He didn't pull away and instead, let the green eyed man connect their lips. Cas hadn't realized how much he wanted this until it actually happened. Before either of them knew it they where lip-locked and Dean started to move one of his legs between Cas's legs and move him to the counter top. They took sharp, heavy breaths each time one of them so much as shifted. Dean may have forgotten a lot of things, but sex seemed to be drilled into his brain. Maybe his secret, not-so-secret anymore love for the angel too. "Cas..?" Dean asked as he broke the kiss. Cas was now sitting on the edge of the counter with his legs wrapped around Deans waist for leverage.
"What, Dean?" He answered slightly annoyed that Deans tongue had left his mouth empty.
"Are you my boyfriend?" Dean asked genuinely curious. In his clueless state, he was able to look past his internationalized homophobia and ask a question normal Dean never could.
"Do you want me to be?" Cas asked back, he didn't know if he would ever get this from normal Dean, so he was holding onto when he could get. Maybe somewhere deep down Dean reciprocated the angels feelings but for now, this would have to do.
"Yes. Yes, please be my boyfriend." Dean said smiling brightly.
"Okay." Cas smiled back and brought Deans lips back to his. They continued kissing for at lease 5 minutes until they couldn't handle the anticipation and inched closer to the motel bed an article of clothing being removed with each step, the trenchcoat fist, then their shirts, then finally their pants. By the time they reached the bed, nothing was left but boxers. "I've never done this before with a man." The angel warned him, angels weren't supposed to have sexual preference so it wasn't a heaven sort of problem, but Cas had always felt that if he where to do anything intimate with a man it would have to be Dean. "I don't think I have either, but I don't remember." Dean replied, He searched Cas's face. "Who are you again?" Dean interrogated. "I'm your boyfriend, Dean." Cas told him with a proud grin, replacing the previous hurt he felt when he forgot him last time. This time, referring to himself as the hunter's boyfriend brought him joy. He soon sat Dean on the bed and moved to climb onto the hunters lap. As he lowered down he felt Deans hardening erection and gasped at the new experience. This was even better that anything he had imagined with Dean and they hadn't even gotten started. Cas didn't know if it was the thought of what Dean was about to do to him, what Dean would feel like inside him, or just simply the fact that he was so close to him. Dean was soon moving his hips desperation growing as he felt Cas slowly rub on his dick with one hand and cup Deans face with the other, their mouths still tangled. Soon enough, Dean was moaning quietly into Cas's mouth. Before they could go any further Cas stopped them. "Maybe we shouldn't." He suggested, he knew this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity but what if Dean remembered half way through them having sex? or what if he remembered what they did afterwards? The fear of what Dean would think of his feelings almost over whelmed him. "Why?" Dean asked as he looked up at him. "Do you know who I am?" Cas asked tying to prove a point. "No... But this feels right." He answered, "It feels like I've waited a long time for this." When Dean finished his sentence, Cas thought his heart might melt right then and there. His mind changed hearing such sweet words come from the hunter, if that's how Dean really felt, maybe this was worth the consequences. As if to reward Dean for what he said, he jumped off Dean and fumbled with his underwear, then threw them to the floor beside the bed. They both watched Deans fully hard cock spring out and send a throb through Cas's. with his hands on Deans thighs and his head only inches away from his dick, Cas just sort of stared for a little bit to process what he should do next. Not exactly sure what to do, he drew his tongue from the base to the top and took the whole thing in his mouth. Dean jumped at the sudden warmth as he watched Cas take his time moving up and down, savoring every minute. "Ah... Anyone ever tell you how beautiful those eyes are?" Dean spit out through gasps and grunts. They never broke eye contact, making the experience even better and bringing Dean closer to the edge. Cas pulled off and answered, "Yes," he smiled. "you." Then he continued to work on the hunter. This time when he reached the top of Deans dick he paused to lick off the pre-come which sent a wave of pleasure through Deans body. If he kept going this surely would last long, and neither of them wanted that. Luckily, Cas couldn't help himself, he had been watching and hearing Deans noises which drove him crazy and made him as hard as a rock. "Dean." Cas was now standing, looking down at Dean. "Fuck me." He choked out almost like a question. No further explanation was needed when Dean stood up to face Cas and flipped him onto the bed. When the angel flopped down he took in the view, Cas lay there begging with his eyes to be touched, and gripping the now messed up sheets. Who knew he had all that muscle under his trenchcoat? Dean then walked over to be positioned between the angels legs, stripping him of the final separation from being fully naked as he went. Cas started to grind for friction, reaching with his hips but before Dean moved, he grabbed a bottle of lube from a bag under his bed. For a short moment Cas questioned how he remembered it was there, but was quickly interrupted by a cold finger at his entrance that drew a sharp inhale from somewhere in his throat. Dean gently pushed into Cas earning a gasp and a low hum. For someone who had never done this before, and had forgetting it if he did, he sure seemed to know what he was doing. At least Cas thought it felt that way. Dean pushed almost all the way in and waited for Cas to be comfortable. Cas once again brought Deans face back to him and set a sloppy yet relaxed kiss on his lips and shifted himself so that Deans finger went further, just grazing his sweet spot which signaled for Dean to move. Dean then began sliding his finger out and adding another finger to go back in, it didn't take long for Cas to get used to it and soon he was begging for Dean to do more, to touch him, fuck him, go faster, go deeper. Cas was more than satisfied with his fingers and when Dean pulled them out, Cas looked almost upset. Dean picked up the lube once again and smeared a thick layer around his dick. Dean lined up and began pushing himself into Cas. Cas pulled him tighter to his chest as Dean slid all the way in at last. "You're so tight, Baby." Dean whispered in the angels ear which sent a shiver down Cas's spine and brought him closer. Cas moaned loud when Dean made his first agonizingly slow move. He pulled out until only the tip was left and waited for some sign of approval. "Dean please, please don't make me wait." Cas pleaded. They faced each other now faces nearly inches apart. Dean closed the gap and tugged on Cas's bottom lip before adding, "Tell me when you want me to do, pretty boy." Frustration grew in Cas's expression. "Fuck me! Dean, please fuck me!" Cas practically yelled. And with that, Dean plunged into him, almost immediately hitting his prostate making his gasp again. Dean moved medium paced at fist, but per the angels instructions, grew faster and faster. Both men where nearly at the edge and Cas was screaming out Deans name between moans and whimpers. Sweat ran down Deans forehead as he reached around Cas's leg and began stroking him. They moaned in rhythm now until Cas spit out the words, "Dean, I think, I think I'm gonna come." He said breathily. "Me too Cas, come for me." Dean choked and with one last buck of the hips and stroke on Cas's dick they both fell over the edge, which felt less like falling, and more like flying. For Dean, all sex was great, but sex with someone he felt so strongly about, was the greatest thing on earth. For Cas, this was far more enjoyable than any woman, or anyone else for that matter. Dean fell beside the angel and they both scurried under the covers. "You do not know how long I've wanted to do that." Dean said with a chuckle which brought a question to Cas's mind. "Dean..?" Cas said curiously, "Do you... Remember?" He continued, worry rising in his tone of voice. "Oh, uh, yeah I remember, actually..." He paused to look the angel in the eyes. "I've got my memory back just in time to hear you beg me to fuck you." Dean answered with a smile and absolutely no shame. Cas was blushing angrily at Dean. He had remembered this whole time and didn't think to bring it up before they had sex. On the other hand, Dean didn't freak out, instead, it seemed like Dean wanted it as much as he did. "Do you remember what happened before that, Dean?" Cas asked. "Mhm." Dean answered as he grabbed tissues from the bed side to clean themselves up. After they tossed the tissues, Dean moved closer to the angel until they were wrapped up tight, legs intertwined. "I want you to be my boyfriend." Dean whispered now, "And... I'm sorry it took a memory loss spell for me to tell you that." Cas smiled into Deans hair and hugged a little tighter. "I'd like that." Cas replied. In all his billions of years, this was Cas's favorite day, by far. "I love you Castiel." Dean sighed and just before he fell asleep he heard Cas's voice. "I love you too, Dean Winchester."