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Come on Cas, listen up, I don't care if your off on some new self discovering journey, I just need you to keep your ears on this once. For me. Sams hurt, pretty bad, the doctors say it'll be a miracle if he lasts the night, and were running a little short on miracles as it is. Okay. Here it is, I figured I've lost everything already, what could go wrong now right. I need you back here Cas, not for your help, or your knowledge or whatever kinda crap. I need you, okay. I need you here to sit by my side and watch over Sammy, I need someone to tell me its gonna be okay, because honesty I need a little of your faith right now. I need your love, I- I just need your fucking arms around me okay. Don't judge me, but I can never shake the feeling of just needing you when your around, when your talking, when you'd show your ass every now and then. Actually, there were times I was glad you disappeared, so I could focus on my god damn job for once. But now it's different, your different, and like it or not buddy we need each other as equals now, no more mighty being crap. Remember that day we took the Impala down to that beach, the one covered in pebbles that you insisted of lying on. God damn you were stubborn. And we bought ice cream and Sam kept telling you about my ex's. Point is Cas, I can't go on with just Sammy any more. I need you, I need you to be here, and I need to know your gonna stay this time, because honestly I cant loose anyone else, not now. Dammit Cas you should be here, all these angels after you, you need to be safe. Here. It kills me you being so far apart, knowing you cant' just zap here now and be with me. Where ever you are Cas, come find me. I'm begging you here buddy, come home.

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"Come on Dean it's fun, you just need to give it a few laps" Cas grinned, tightening up his blue plaid jacket.

"Shut up tinker bell I'm a great skater"

Dean placed one blade on the ice, feeling the way his foot moved so effortlessly on the blade. They'd just solved a case for the owner of the rink, taking down a vengeful spirit to save his wife and two daughters; and when he asked them if there was anything he could do, Cas couldn't resist a chance to partake in a new activity.

"Now I know why Sammy wanted to sit this one out"

He clutched the bar lining the rink tightly, watching as his feet rocked beneath him. The cold air hit him, and he watched as Cas did a small lap to get into the swing of things. He looked so graceful, like he was an angel again and he danced round the ice so effortlessly he was considering just watching from the side lines. And he guessed he'd been watching a little too hard, suddenly feeling his feet fly forward and his body fly back.

"Sometimes it pays off to be tinker bell" Cas laughed, catching Dean swiftly by the hips. 

Dean couldn't help but smile as Cas steadied him, catching onto the bar with two hands this time. This was Dean's first time ice skating, he remembered the frozen lake he'd once promised to take Sammy too while John worked a case in Texas. But no sooner had they arrived they were stuck in the back seat of that Impala again, and he'd never come across that chance again. 

"Hold onto the hips" Cas chuckled, pacing forward a few strides.

"Don't be stupid"

"No seriously, I seen it in a movie once"

Dean sighed, but seeing that smile painted across his delicate face, he placed his hands delicately on the sides of his angels hips, feeling the sudden force as Cas whizzed off around the first corner.

"Cas slow down buddy"

But he didn't seem to hear, and he was soon taking another corner leading up to a straight.

"Ready" Cas shouted, grasping his hands onto Deans.

Dean just stared, feeling Cas throw his hands off his sides, and he was soon soaring solo down the ice, with Cas trailing from the side.

"Cas how do I stop!" Dean screamed, watching as the bar crept forever closer...and closer.

"Cas!" He shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain that would erupt in his gut.

He stopped, feeling arms wrap around him and that familiar smell of warmth erupt in his nostrils. He re-opened his eyes, the dazzling and loving blue washing his shock and horror away.

"I think your starting to get it" Cas smiled, placing a soft kiss on Dean's red nose. 

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I went skating the other night and there was a gay couple there that reminded me so much of Dean and Cas, they inspired me to right this! 

Laura

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Once upon a time, a little ball of light fell from the sky, and from that ball came a little angel named Castiel. He wasn't anything special, just an angel in a tanned trench coat. He was scared and confused, wondering round trying to find a way to make the world a better place, and this little angel had rough nights, sleeping outside and not having as much food as all the other mommies and daddies. But then one day, the little angel met a star, a star so bright it turned the sad little angel into a happy angel. The angel was so happy, that he gave up his angel magic to remain with the star forever, and the angel and the star lived happily ever after together forever.

The end

"I like that story" She yawned, rubbing her sleepy eyes. 

"You say that every night after I tell it to you" Dean giggled.

The green burst out from her half shut eyes, her filled cheeks rubbing against the pillow and she tucked herself in.

"Good night daddy" She mumbled, no longer able to fight the strain of staying awake.

He leant in, gently kissing her pale forehead "Goodnight Mary" he whispered. 

He flicked the switch to the pink fairy lights lining her bed, watching as her peaceful face became consumed by darkness. He tiptoed across to the door, avoiding the angel dolls and dresses, manoeuvring past the giant pair of angel wings hanging from the door.

"Daddy"

Dean stopped just shy of the door, looking into the black but not really making much out.

"How come the angel has the same name as daddy?"

Dean smiled "You'll find out when your older"

He always loved telling her that story, and one day she'd find out the true meaning of that star. 

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"Okay I wont be long, meet me here in an hour"

Sam slammed the door of the impala and headed off down the street, tugging at the sleeves of his fake FBI uniform.

"So" Dean smirked, turning to look at an oblivious Castiel placed in the back seat. "Fancy a trip to the woods?"

"What would the woods do to help this case?"

But Dean just chuckled, he was taking him there anyway, and when they pulled in between a cluster of trees 5 minutes later he had to give himself some credit, this was a great idea.

Slipping into the back seat, he took a once over at his little angel, his eyes so dark and innocent mixed into that trance of aquatic blue. Just looking at the way his lips parted a little made him want to kiss them, the way his hair was ruffled lazily made him want to run his fingers through it. So he did, moulding his lips with his so aggressively he heard Cas' head crack against the glass. But that didn't stop him kissing him back, his arms wrapping around Deans neck as he shifted his legs onto the seat.

Dean had wanted this for so long, being wrapped up in so many cases never gave him the chance to take pleasure in the little moans that escaped his boyfriend lips as he grinded against him, or the way he was left breathless as he nipped at the nape of his neck, and he should definitely enjoy this more.

And now his hand was trailing its way down Castiel's front, down to his belt buckle and he quickly undid it and pulled down his fly. He was already hard, the neck biting was always the best way to get him going, and Dean loved that.

He rubbed his hand over his growing bulge, and Cas stiffened underneath him and he gripped tighter, rubbing slowly as Cas threw his head back.

"D-Dean" He whimpered.

But he was showing no sympathy and in one sharp tug his pants and boxers were down, revealing all of Castiel, hard and aching for deans touch. So Dean obliged, pumping slowly as a breathless moan escaped Cas' lips. His hips bucked with the motion, desperate to be closer, to feel more then what Dean was giving him. So he pumped faster, capturing the moment Cas' brows furrowed and his mouth shot open, a loud groan vibrating up his throat. He tightened his grip, leaning over to nip at his collar bone, as Cas thrusted viciously against his hand. He heard the leather seat squeaking as Cas gripped down harder into it, trying to keep himself together, but it only made Dean pump faster, the fastest he'd ever gone.

"Dean I-I'm" 

But there was no point warning, Cas was already shooting his load onto his shirt, and Dean crashed his lips against his, pumping a few more times before he felt the angel relax beneath him. He felt his lips curl into a smile against his.

"What?" Dean asked.

"This is my favourite shirt" Cas chuckled.

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Dear Dean,

This is becoming an inconvenience but once again I've had to leave you and Sam once more, I fear for the last time. Circumstances have arisen and I must live up to the suffering I have caused, and since this is more then likely the outcome of my death, there are a few things I need to say.

As an angel, I was completely oblivious to emotion or attachments, it is an angels biological design so that we may make a strategical decision. The first time I had a, and I now for certain it was, feeling was when we were sent to purgatory by exploding Dick. For days I sat, feeling your presence, and for the first time I knew I couldn't go to you when you needed me the most, and that effected me in harsh ways. At first I thought this was an emotional effect of my fathers design of the environment, but I was mistaken. I believe the term I'm looking for is 'longing', I was longing to be with you Dean, and when you came out from those trees my stomach erupted with a tingling sensation, and I felt happy.   

Since that feeling, it was like I was opened to a new wave length, a human wave length, and my judgement was clouded by these feelings were the only objective would be the outcome that benefited you.

Dean, today I may die, the days after that could finally be the day I go to face Metatron for the crimes committed against heaven, and I don't want you to come after me, only know this. I love you Dean. I love everything. I love you little groans you make in the morning when you go to make coffee, I love the little twitch in your smile when you say something amusing, I love how every night I hear you speak to the picture of you mother and tell her how Sam is doing. I know you think no one can hear you but these walls are quite thin.

Today I may die Dean, and I couldn't face up to what I have done without you knowing this, so read this, then burn it...just as you should burn me out of your mind.

Goodbye Dean

Castiel 

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"Where the hell am ?" Sam groaned, backing up until he hit what he thought must have been a wall.

It was dark, the blackest black he'd ever seen, he couldn't make out where he started or ended in this black. But he knew someone was there with him, he could feel it, like a giant smile ball making his skin crawl in that black.

"Hello?" He chocked, he didn't want to say it in-case there was a reply.

"Shhh" 

Sam could feel his heart racing, stumbling to his feet he could just make out the floor in front of him.

"Who's there?" 

A hand trailer down his back, the touch sharp and slow like a finger nail-but wait wasn't there a wall...

"Shh Sammy, its okay" 

The voice was sharp and warm, and so fucking close.

"Who the hell is there?" He out stretched his arms, the wall gone, he was in a void, a black never ending  void.

The voice tutted, and the cold breath hit his neck and his hair's were on end, he himself was on edge. He couldn't move, all those years of fighting things and he was frozen stiff, the figure trailing its sharp claw along his side, it's icy cold breath freezing over his soul. 

"Where am I?" Sam whispered

"Oww sweetie" He could feel the presence smile, dark and menacing all at once.

And within a split second the void had become a blaze, the flames dancing across his face, and he could feel his flesh melting away, but there was no pain, just the echo's of screaming and crying coarsing through his bones.

He turned, and there he was, that smug smile plastered across his dark stupid face, the same vessel manifesting in front of him. And he remembered where he was.

"Shh sweetie, your in hell now"

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Dean knocked softly on the oak door, his hand balancing a tray of freshly made coffee.

"Cas you in there"

There was no reply, a sure sign that he was in there, sulking on his chair like he had been for the past week. He opened the door slowly, careful not to disturb any morning calls, but much to Deans despair  there he was sitting on the chair, head buried in his rough hands. 

He set the tray down on the desk,  glaring over the hot stuffy room Cas had cooped himself up in, surely it would drive a guy mad.

"Cas you cant keep doing this to yourself" He sighed, casually propping himself on the desk beside and casually folding his arms.

He was surprised as a low grumble echoed from the flesh, the tone even too deep and gruff to sound like Castiel. Another sigh flowed out with his breath. He was such a child, it was like Sam after a break up in 8th grade all over again. But their was no sympathy train on this track, all was forgiven and he had to accept that.

"Cas relax, we've gotten in deeper than this, and we always pull through. Come on buddy we need you in this"

He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, tearing his hands from his face as he looked up at Dean with those huge blue eyes. Dean took one glance and smiled, not because there was anything to smile about, but because he couldn't help but find vulnerable Cas so cute.

"I've ruined everything"

He dropped his gave, reluctantly letting his legs flop to the floor in a stiffening motion.

"Yeah you did" Dean giggled, not really in the mood to play guidance councillor. But when he got no reaction, he knew some comfort had to be provided to this sloppy mess. 

"You and Sam are so perfect, not in the literal sense, but you always do things right, and stand by each other no matter what the consequence"

"Yeah that's because he's my pain in the ass little brother, i have no choice" He giggled. Still not breaking the ice here. "Look, we all make mistakes, angels aren't, or weren't, perfect either" He knelt down beside the chair, glaring into those swirls of ocean blue "And down here, we make mistakes and we get over them, we never push out the people we love, cause we sure would be worse off without em'"

Cas finally met Deans gaze, his hands shifting nervously in his lap.

"But I caused great suffering" He whispered

"Yeah and I let both my brothers be dragged to hell, and i fixed it"

There was a pause. More like a awkward silence that drifted too long for them to even stand it. It drifted on for what felt like forever, both of them choking on words they couldn't say. Dean finally stood, the aching in his knees slowing his movement as he started for the door.

"Dean" His words where strained, as if he hadn't talked in hours, maybe days. "Thanks for the coffee" He met Deans eye line again, his lips curling at the sides.

"No problem" He winked, heading back out to the corridor.

"Oww and Cas" He popped his head back round the door frame "You might wanna shower"

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What if one night Dean and Cas swap places and Dean has all this mojo/angel juice that he can use and he fully abuses this all day and then at night when he and Cas are alone and they're fucking he uses it to his advantage and it's the best sex ever and he wonder why Cas doesn't use this more often.

And in the morning when they're back to normal he asks Cas this and Cas says it's cause having sex without his mojo is so human and powerless and so brilliant that he doesn't see why it should be used. And Dean feels guilty but Cas takes his face in his hands and tells him that although that's how he feels, how Dean used the mojo last night may have changed his views slightly and that he's definitely thinking of using it that way again.