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"Are you okay, Dean?"

Dean's eyes opened slowly and easily, as the room he was in was dark. He was curled against something warm and soft, and sighed, pressing closer to it. A soft fluttering noise filled his ears, and realization came dawning back.

"Castiel?" he asked, sitting up fast.

The angel was laying beside him. They were in Bobby's room, on Bobby's bed, and the Colt was laying on the nightstand behind Cas. Dean reached out and snatched it, then glanced down at Cas.

"So what did you give up to get this?" he asked.

"Nothing important," Castiel said. He'd taken off his shirt, and his wings were folded against his back. "But you have the Colt, now, so be happy."

"I am." Dean returned the Colt to the nightstand and laid back down. "But at what price?"

Castiel pressed close to them, until their faces were inches apart. "Let's not worry about that, Dean. I asked you a question before you fell asleep. Would you like to answer it now or later?"

"I love you," Dean whispered.

He wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist and pulled him close, pressing his lips against Cas's gently, slowly, sweetly. Everything he wanted to tell Cas, he put into the kiss, licking Cas's lips slowly, then probing between them. Cas parted his lips, and Dean reveled in the feel of the hot cavern behind them, reached back to run his hand down one of Cas's wings. Sweet desire rolled through him, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. Everything he'd felt before was nothing. Everything he'd felt for any girl was gone, blinded, defeaned, and muted by the emotions he felt for Castiel. Cas was his angel, Cas loved him, Cas had saved his soul and his life and healed his broken heart. Cas . . .

Dean pulled off his shirt and pulled Castiel against him, longing to feel their bodies molded together. Cas's wings fluttered softly, then wrapped around him, enveloping him in a cool, silky embrace. His hands roamed down between Castiel's wings, stroking the bases and causing the angel to shudder, then cupping Cas's slack-clad ass. Groaning, he pulled at the angel's belt and unbuckled it, then tossed it away and pushed slacks and boxers down at the same time until Castiel's hot skin was pressing into his palms. Cas moaned against him and wriggled closer, rubbing his erection against Dean's denim-covered crotch. Nearly blinded with need, Dean kicked his jeans off and laid back, then pulled Cas on top of him. The angel was shivering as Dean kissed his rosy pink lips over and over.

"This isn't right," Cas whispered.

"Who cares?" Dean asked. "You're mine, Castiel, my angel. I have your mark on my skin. If there's anything that proves this is okay, it's that burn. Your handprint."

Cas whimpered and fell silent, submitting to Dean's kisses. Dean sat up with Cas on his lap and kissed his neck, licking the soft hollow at the base. He trailed his tongue down Cas's chest, stopping to lave his nipples until they were firm under his lips. Then he pushed the angel to lay down, spreading his thighs.

"What are you doing?" Cas asked, lifting his head to see Dean kissing his buttocks gently.

"What I should have done when we first met. Cause we belong together now," Dean said huskily. He parted Cas's cheeks and thrust his tongue eagerly into the angel's entrance, moaning when he heard Cas's mewl of pleasure.

He stroked Castiel's cock and fondled his balls as he licked him and pleased him, readying him. He added his fingers to the mix and sighed as Cas tried to buck away from him while, at the same time, silently begging him for more. When he was sure, he got onto his knees and thrust deep into the angel's body.

"Dean, oh Dean!" Castiel writhed beneath him, arching his back. His wings fluttered helplessly beneath him.

Dean wrapped Cas's long legs around his waist and pumped the angel quickly, groaning every time Castiel struggled beneath him. His cock only felt more swollen and harder until it felt like he was making love to Castiel with a rod of steel. His balls were heavy and tight, geared for release. He thrust faster and faster inside Cas, feeling his orgasm building higher and higher. He reached the brink and began to teeter, then collapsed full force. He burst, his come feeling Castiel, the angel climaxing with him. He propped himself up on his hands and looked down at Cas, trembling and burning with desire. Smiling, Dean tugged the topsheet off Bobby's bed and wiped the come off of Castiel's stomach. He could wash the sheet later.

"That was amazing," Cas crooned, his blue eyes dark, almost midnight. He let Dean move him so he could lay his head down on one of the pillows. "How do you do that?"

"I'm just that incredible," Dean replied, kissing Cas deeply. It was all he could do to stop himself at a lip-lock. He glanced at Cas's wings and saw the feathers were ruffled. Chuckling, he reached over and straightened them. When he pulled back, Castiel's eyes were brimming with tears. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Cas whispered, curling against him. "Just hold me. I want to sleep."

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Bobby Singer caught Castiel trying to sneak down the stairs. He stopped the angel and pointed wordlessly at the couch. Cas sat down.

"Level with me, angel boy," Bobby said, sitting in a chair. "What did you promise the Crossroads Demon?"

"Nothing I can't afford," Castiel replied.

"Really? What, then? Your soul?"

Castiel shook his head. "Of course not. Something that means more, something that doesn't exist yet. Something from both me and Dean."

"Something from both-" Bobby's eyes widened with realization. No. "You mean a child! You would give that demon a child? How can you even get one?"

Castiel's piercing eyes met Bobby's. "I'm an angel, Mr. Singer, and I can carry a child inside of me and nurture it until its time of birth. Then I simply use a spell, and I take it from my body. I did my research before tonight. In all of nine months, the Crossroads Demon will get its part of the deal. Dean will not know about this child, and you will not tell him. If I can get out of here before he wakes up, then he can get rid of Asher. He has the Colt, and that's all he needs."

"Do you really think that?"

Bobby glanced at the stairs, where a shirtless Dean was standing at the top of. Oh shit, the hunter thought.

Castiel's face went from impassive to clearly pained. "Dean, listen, I do love you. But I have a price to pay to the Crossroads Demon, and it's a small one for Sam's life."

"My child," Dean said softly. "Our child, Castiel. You're an angel. Could you live, knowing that you'd given a child to a demon? Because I'd feel awfully fucking guilty doing that, Cas."

"It's our child or your brother," Castiel said softly, but Dean shook his head.

"No," he said. "It won't be either of them. I'm going to kill Asher, and then I'm going to kill this demon. I don't care what anyone says, I'll just call it up to make a new bargain and kill it when it shows up. Cas, I love Sammy, I really do, but I would love my child more."

"Um, this is all interesting," Bobby said, scratching his beard, "but shouldn't we be worried about Sam right now? Like, going to go get him?"

"Asher is waiting," Castiel confirmed.

Dean nodded and walked across the room, pulling Castiel to his feet and kissing him. Bobby wanted to turn his face away, but the sheer shock and passion of it made him gawk. When Dean broke the kiss, the older hunter noticed a light seeming to glow from within the younger one. Castiel saw, too.

"The light of the Lord is in you, Dean Winchester," Cas said softly. "He has seen the purity of your heart and gifted you."

"I know that," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Seriously Castiel, I thought you understood. He gave me you. You and, if you were serious, a kid."

"Yes, I was serious," Castiel said. He touched his stomach gingerly. "In here. I can feel it."

"Tell it I said hi," Bobby said. Both Cas and Dean smiled at him.

"Oh, and Cas?" Dean asked.

"Yes?"

"Honestly, my life would suck without you."