SPN Fic: All the Pebbles in Your Path (Part 2 of 2)

[thegrrrl2002]

Title: All the Pebbles in Your Path
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Season 6, up to 6.07
Word count: 12,331
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean takes an unexpected trip. It's up to Cas to get him home again.
Notes: Written for takadainmate for the deancas_xmas fic exchange. A big thank you to the very awesome mmmchelle who read this through and encouraged me and listened to me ramble on about it.

Part 1 is here


"You think this will really work?" Dean asked as he pushed sand onto the remains of their campfire. Clouds hung low in the sky and a light drizzle began to fall.

"If I move us forward several million years at a time, yes," Cas said. "But I am concerned."

"About what?" Dean stood, slinging his bag up onto his shoulder.

"You."

"Me?"

"I don't understand any of this, Dean. You should not have been able to follow me to begin with. And to have traveled so far, I don't know if you could survive the trip back." Cas's brow furrowed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course I'm sure." Dean grew uneasy. "It's not like I could stay here. Especially without you. I'd be dinosaur meat in no time."

"I would not leave you," Cas said. The intensity of his words startled Dean.

"I'll survive the trip," Dean told him firmly. "After all, I got here, right?"

"I don't understand it." Cas leaned closer, tiny droplets of water clinging to his hair. "Unless somehow, God's grace has left a mark on you." He touched his fingertips to Dean's forehead, eyes narrowing in concentration.

Dean could feel the warmth of Cas's fingers seeping into his skin. It seemed as though Cas was looking inside of him but instead of feeling invasive, it was oddly soothing. "Trust me," Dean said, closing his eyes. "There's no grace in there."

When Cas removed his hand, Dean opened his eyes again. He took a deep breath, bracing himself. "Come on. Let's hit the road."

Cas reached out and touched his shoulder.

With a flash of light they were standing in a heavy rainstorm, wind gusting around them. As Dean raised an arm to shield his face, he slipped in the mud, bumping up against Cas. A flash of lightening nearly blinded him. "Keep going," he shouted as Cas righted him.

Cas nodded. Another flash and they stood under clear skies this time, sun shining brightly. The ground shook beneath them and all Dean could see were creatures--big, heavy creatures thundering past. Dean grabbed Cas's arm, certain they were going to get trampled but Cas stood held his ground and again he was transported.

It was dark. Dean could barely breathe. The air was thick with smoke, choking him. He stood knee-deep in ash and when Dean squinted at the dark, blood-red sky, his eyes stung and watered. He coughed as he hung onto Cas's coat sleeve, dizzy and nauseous, his knees buckling beneath him. Cas wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding him up. Swaying against Cas, Dean saw bright red stains on Cas's coat--blood. He wiped his face and his hand came back bloody. His nose was bleeding. He glanced up to find Cas gazing at him with concern, then Cas closed his eyes as if summing strength and all went white.

He was floating in a sea of white. Snow. Dean frowned, puzzled by the lack of cold. He was sure it was snow, but he couldn't feel it. He didn't feel cold at all. It was like being in a dream where nothing was real. Blue sky above, scattered puffy white clouds, bright sunlight and the effect on the snow and ice was dazzling.

He thought maybe he should be worried, but he was so tired, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Cas grabbed him by the shoulders. "Dean," he said, but Dean could scarcely hear him, the sound muffled as if he were under water.

Cas pulled him closer. "Dean," he said again, "say yes."

It didn't make any sense, but Cas looked scared, so Dean nodded. "Yes," he said. It was hard to draw in enough breath to speak.

Cas leaned in and wow, weird timing, but Dean leaned in to meet him anyway, expecting a kiss. A surge of warmth blew through his body and then he was more than warm, he was hot like the sun, searing heat, hot enough to melt his bones.

Firm, solid snow under his feet now and the air was cold, fucking cold, his breath puffing out white from his nose. Dean felt good. He felt better than good, he felt powerful, invincible, like he could take on this time travel business himself.

Then he saw the light emanating from his hands.

"Okay?" Cas was asking. "Dean, are you okay?"

"What the hell, Cas?" Dean asked, holding his hands out in front of him.

Cas touched his back, and they began to move forward in time again, but now Dean could see it happen. Awestruck, he watched the land change around him, trees growing tall and falling over dead, mountains rising, continents moving, new seas being created, animals changing and evolving and it was breathtaking, seeing the story of the earth play out before him. And in the center of it was Cas, steady and unchanging.

It came to an abrupt halt on a grassy hillside. A green lush valley stretched out below, animals moving in the distance, large herds grazing near a small body of water. Dean turned to Cas in time to see Cas crumple down toward the ground.

"Cas, hey--" Dean slipped an arm around Cas's shoulders, keeping him from falling flat. He knelt down, settling Cas safely on the ground. "Whoa there, buddy."

Cas leaned his head against Dean's shoulder. "I must rest a moment."

"Yeah, I can see that," Dean said, patting Cas's chest. Cas's face was pale gray, his breathing rapid and shallow. Yet Dean still felt fine. His senses were heightened--he heard the thud of hooves on the ground in the valley below, could see tiny insects moving through the grass nearby. He remembered the light under his skin and the clarity of the last part of their travel suddenly made sense. "You gave me some of your grace, didn't you?"

"Yes." Cas nodded. "You were fading. I was afraid I'd lose you."

"Cas," Dean said, exasperated. "Damn it."

Closing his eyes, Cas slumped against Dean's chest and went limp. Dean wrapped both arms around him, leaning against a nearby fallen log. He evaluated their surroundings--low bushes to the right, a rocky bluff above, a ravine to the right, low heavy trees just beyond. Small birds chattered in the bushes, something squirrel-like scurried up the truck of a tree. All seemed quiet and Dean allowed himself to relax, just a little. They appeared to be safe. For the moment, at least.

After a while Cas shifted in his arms and Dean was face to face with him, staring directly into Cas's very blue eyes. "Hey," Dean said, embarrassed by holding onto Cas so tightly. He loosened his grip, but Cas didn't pull away. "Feeling better?"

Cas nodded. The color was coming back to his skin, and his eyes had regained their sharp focus. "We've moved forward about one hundred million years," Cas said.

"Hey, only sixty million to go, right?" Dean said with an encouraging grin. "Piece of cake."

"Yes, Dean. It will be a breeze."

Cas's scowl was heartening. Clearly he was feeling better. "Do you want your grace back?" Dean asked. "Would that help?"

"It doesn't work that way. But it will slowly dissipate, so we should move on as soon as possible."

"Okay. Whenever you are ready," Dean said. Curiously, Cas still made no move to dislodge himself from Dean's embrace. Dean was reluctant to let him go. It felt good to have something solid to hang on to, he told himself.

Which didn't explain why, when Cas shifted again and leaned back against his chest, Dean found himself pulling Cas closer. He wrapped one arm around Cas's surprisingly narrow waist and slug the other across his chest, Cas's hair tickling his nose.

"You're remarkably comfortable," Cas said.

"Yeah, that's me. Your own personal armchair." Dean scoffed. "Now shut up and rest."

He felt Cas's faint huff of laughter and grinned. Truth was, Dean didn't mind waiting. Time travel was weird and disorienting and he wasn't ready to leap right into it again, even though he could still feel Cas's grace rippling through his body. Warm and electric, it was similar to how it felt to have Cas heal him. The very thought of harboring an angel's grace was disturbing, but Dean knew that if Cas hadn't done it, there would probably be bits of him scattered across eons. Dean was pretty sure it wouldn't be a good way to die.

The dangers of time travel seemed far away from the quiet, sunny hillside though, and after a while Dean began to relax, the sun warming his shoulders. He watched the animals grazing in the distance, milling about the grassy plain. They looked like buffalo, except for the crazy horns spiraling out from their heads. Dean's stomach growled, and he wondered how much longer it would be until his next meal. Those buffalo things probably would taste pretty damn good roasted over an open fire.

Dean cocked his head, alert. The area had suddenly grown quiet. No birds chattering, no little squirrely animals climbing around in the bushes. He tensed.

"This isn't good," he murmured.

Cas didn't respond, and Dean hoped to hell that he wasn't unconscious because something was moving behind the bushes, something big and slow and stealthy and that was never good.

"Uh, Cas?" Dean said, patting Cas's shoulder.

Cas still didn't move.

Dean caught a glimpse of it between the leaves. A cat of some sort, about about twenty yards away. A really big cat, with short sturdy legs and a thick body, its golden fur striped with brown. As it crept closer Dean could see its face--glowing green eyes, a long nose, tufts of white fur on its muzzle.

And fangs. Long, nasty-looking fangs, curving down from its mouth. They were being stalked by a saber-toothed tiger.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean exclaimed.

Cas twitched, then drew in a deep breath.

"Cas?" Dean reached behind to get his gun, slowly pushing Cas to one side.

"Yes, Dean. I see it."

The tiger rounded the edge of the bushes and crouched down low, eyes on Dean. Dean slowly brought his arm around, cocking his gun and aiming it directly at the tiger's head. The tiger was enormous, and even assuming his shot hit the target right between the eyes, Dean wasn't sure it was enough to it out.

"Please tell me you have enough juice to deal with this."

"I have enough juice," Cas said, "to deal with this."

The tiger took a step forward. Cas raised a hand and the tiger slid back. It scrambled, trying to catch its footing. With a flick of his wrist, Cas shoved the tiger halfway down the hill. It turned and galloped away, crashing through the tall grass.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, lowering his arm. "Can we move on now? Because I'm ready to move on. I just want to go home and fight demons and vampires and then have a great big cheeseburger. With fries. Lots of fries."

Cas stood, reaching a hand out to Dean. "Yes, Dean. I'm ready," he said as he helped Dean up. He seemed amused by Dean's outburst.

Dean glared at him as he stood. "Just click your heels and get on with it, Dorothy."

***

Dean woke with a start. He was laying on something weird. Something kind of uncomfortable and prickly. Something that threatened to engulf him. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. It smelled good, though. Like a warm summer day.

Hay. He stretched an arm out, grabbing a handful of it. He was laying in pile of hay, Cas's coat covering him. Tucked in along the sides with special care. Dean grinned. He was in a barn, the sun was shining and he could hear the clop-clop of horses outside, hens clucking--hopefully not the killer kind--and a dog barking in the distance. No more dinosaurs, no more saber-toothed tigers.

He closed his eyes and dozed again. Then woke to a soft fluttering and opened his eyes to see Cas kneeling beside him. He looked odd without his coat.

"Hello, Dean." Cas gazed down at him warmly.

"Hi, Cas." Dean yawned. "Are we almost home?"

"A few hundred years short, I'm afraid. But we'll be there soon," Cas said. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired. But normal," Dean said. "I think the grace got used up." He was a little disappointed.

"That was to be expected." Cas reached an arm out and touched Dean's shoulder.

Dean started to protest that no, he was perfectly comfortable, he didn't want to get zapped anywhere, until he found himself laying on a bed. A genuine bed with blankets and pillows. He blinked at the sudden darkness and as his eyes adjusted he saw they were in a room with four walls and a fireplace filled with a bright, crackling fire and windows and drapes and even though it had only been a few days, Dean was never so glad to see civilization.

"Cas, you are awesome," he exclaimed happily. He pushed the trench coat aside, slipped off his dirt-encrusted boots and lay back against the pillows, reveling in the comfort.

Cas sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly pleased at Dean's reaction. "We need to rest before we move on. This may not be up to your usual motel standards, but it was the best I could do."

"It's no Shady Pines. Thank goodness. Seriously Cas, this is good." The room was downright elegant.

There was a knock at the door. Cas slid off the bed and opened it, greeting a young woman in a language Dean didn't recognize. She handed Cas a covered tray, spoke a few words and Cas hesitated, turning to Dean. "Are you in need of anything more?" he asked. "I had them bring food for you."

Food. Dean laughed out loud. It just kept getting better and better. "No, I think that's--oh, wait." His eyes lit upon a large tub, off to one side of the fireplace. "I really could use a bath."

Cas spoke to the girl and after a short conversation, she nodded and left. "It will be ready in a little while," Cas told him.

Dean sat up as Cas approached, snatching the tray from his hands. "How did you manage all this, anyway? What did you use for money? And how did you explain what we're wearing? Where are we?"

He lifted the cover of the tray. It held a large bowl filled with a fragrant stew, a chunk of brown bread on a plate beside it. Dean promptly forgot all his questions and dug in.

"This is delicious," he announced as he shoveled the food into his mouth. Rich, dark gravy, chewy meat and a variety of unfamiliar vegetables, he didn't want to know what he was eating, all he knew was that it was good. He belched loudly, then grinned at Cas.

Cas raised an eyebrow. "Apparently so."

"Hey, I haven't eaten in, like, a million years," Dean told him. He watched as Cas picked up a jug from on the bedside table, lifted the lid and sniffed. "What's that?"

Cas held it up for Dean to sniff. It smelled sour and yeasty. Dean wrinkled his nose in dismay. "Beer?" he asked.

"What passes for beer in this era," Cas said, handing it to Dean.

Dean sniffed again. "Not too sure about his."

"It will be safer than drinking the water," Cas said.

"Seriously?" Dean took a sip from the side of the jug. It tasted bitter and there was no fizz whatsoever. He shrugged, then took a larger gulp. "I've had worse."

He finished his food and drank more of the beer, its relaxing warmth flowing through his body. Another knock at the door and a series of boys came in, lugging buckets of steaming water and spilling them into the tub. Last was the maid again, with a stack of towels and a bar of soap. As soon as the water carriers left, Dean bounced out of bed and headed for the tub. He dipped a hand in the water--it was hot, all right.

Straightening up, Dean pulled his shirt off over his head and unzipped his jeans. "I've got one hundred million year old road dust on me," he said, pushing his jeans down. "And probably brontosaurus poop, too. I'm more than ready to wash it off."

"You have developed a certain aroma," Cas agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed again, hands clasped on his lap. He hadn't put the coat back on and he looked different without it, more human in his dark rumpled suit, his shirt untucked, tie loose and pulled to one side.

"Are you telling me I stink?" Dean pulled his briefs off and tossed them on the floor.

Cas stared, eyes widening, before looking away. "I believe that is the term." He turned and doggedly watched the fire.

"What's the matter, Cas?" Amused by Cas's reaction, Dean looked down at his own body. "Never seen a naked body before? I've got the same junk you have."

"I'm aware of that," Cas said, but he stole a glance at Dean as if to make sure. "Very much aware."

Dean was tempted to tease Cas further, to see how far he could push Cas but he truly was filthy--arms streaked with dirt, the back of his neck itchy with dried sweat. Grabbing the soap and washrag, he swung a leg over into the deep tub, carefully dipping a toe in first to judge the temperature. Deciding it was just right, he settled into the water. It came halfway up his chest, engulfing him in soothing, delicious heat.

He groaned happily. "Oh man. This is fantastic."

Leaning back, he ducked his head under water then rubbed the soap over his hair, fingers digging into his scalp. Not much lather, but it did the job. "Oh yeah," he crooned, splashing water up over his head.

"Normally, I'm a shower kind of guy. But baths can be pretty awesome," Dean said, soaping up the washrag. "Even bubble baths. But don't you dare tell anyone I said that."

"Your secret is safe with me," Cas assured Dean gravely.

"You ever take a shower, Cas? Or a bath?"

"I haven't had the need," Cas said. He watched Dean openly now, brow furrowed with interest.

"Then you're really missing out." Dean scrubbed his armpits. "One of life's simple pleasures. Like sex. Not that sex is always simple. It can be just as much fun when it's complicated."

"I wouldn't know." Cas sounded almost wistful.

"Still haven't done the deed?" Dean turned to Cas, hooking an arm around the outside of the tub and leaning toward him, dripping water onto the wooden floor. "No wonder you're always so cranky."

Cas narrowed his eyes."I've been busy."

Dean sat back, rinsing the soap from his chest. "Lisa had these friends with a hot tub on their deck. You know, with the jets? Now that was really something. Fucking awesome. You need to give it a try."

He lifted a leg and began soaping up his foot, aware of Cas's eyes on him as he washed. While it was weird to bathe with an audience, he appreciated Cas's open curiosity and wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to get down and dirty with Cas. To show Cas how awesome sex could be. He was pretty sure Cas would like it. After all, Cas deserved to have some fun.

Dean scrubbed his skin until the water began to cool and grow cloudy with soap scum and dirt. Dean put the soap and washrag aside and with one final rinse of his arms, grabbed the sides of the tub and stood, water running down his body in rivulets. He was as clean as he was going to get, skin flushed pink from his efforts. Glancing around, he spotted the towels on a nearby table.

"Cas, could you hand me a towel?" he asked.

Cas stood, then hesitated.

Dean shook his head, disappointed. "Never mind." He swung his legs over the tub, climbing out carefully, and when he straightened, Cas was standing in front of him with a towel in his hand, eyes resolutely on Dean's face. Dean took the towel and rubbed it over his head. Cas didn't move away.

What the hell, Dean decided. He may as well go for it. "You can do more than just look," he said. "If it's what you want."

Cas breathed in sharply as he stepped back. "Dean, I--" he hesitated, apparently at a loss for words.

"Look," Dean said. "I'm just putting it out there, okay? An invitation." He turned and moved closer to the the fire, rubbing the towel over his chest. A minute went by, then two and Dean was ready to write it off. He had misjudged Cas's interest. Hell, it had been a long shot anyway.

A floorboard creaked, then cool fingers settled on Dean's hip. "I accept your invitation," Cas whispered, lips brushing Dean's neck.

With a shiver of excitement Dean dropped the towel and turned, taking hold of the lapels of Cas's suit jacket so he couldn't back away. Not this time. He met Cas's eyes and he couldn't hold back his smile.

"This makes you glad." Cas skimmed his fingertips over the curve of Dean's lips.

"Yeah." Dean turned his face into Cas's touch, lips pressing against Cas's palm. He was still wet, water puddling on the floor as he pressed his body flush against Cas. He pushed Cas's suit jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. "I think you're going to be pretty glad, too."

Cas's belt buckle was cold against Dean's stomach as he pressed his lips to Cas's mouth. At first Cas kissed carefully, but soon Cas's fingers were digging into Dean's hip, breath puffing against Dean's cheek as he grew less careful, one hand coming up to hold Dean's head steady as he figured it all out. He kissed Dean with intent, kissing as if he fucking owned Dean's mouth, until Dean was hard and breathless and pressing his hips against Cas's solid, unyielding body to rub his cock against the wool pants of Cas's suit.

"Come on," Dean panted, hand fisted in the back of Cas's shirt. "Get your damn clothes off. Now."

Cas tried to step back as he pulled his tie off, but Dean wouldn't let him, it felt too good having Cas so close. He kept one hand at the small of Cas's back, sliding the other down along Cas's crotch, pleased to find that Cas already growing hard. When Dean rubbed his palm over the curve of Cas's cock, Cas shuddered and groaned, abandoning the buttons on his shirt to grab Dean and kiss him again. He slid his hands down over Dean's ass and hauled him in, pressing his cock against Dean's thigh.

It was clumsy and frantic and Dean was pretty sure he was going end up with a swollen lip and bruises on his ass and scratches on his stomach from that damn belt buckle. But it was all so fucking awesome he didn't care.

With murmured words and a little shoving he managed to convince Cas that they should be on the bed, and as Cas lay back Dean held him flat with a hand on his chest and unbuckled that damn belt before unfastening Cas's pants and pushing a hand inside. Hot, sleek cock rising up to meet him and Cas looked perfectly dumbfounded as Dean stroked.

"Told you you'd be glad." With a broad grin, Dean shoved Cas's pants down to his thighs and kissed Cas's pale, exposed stomach.

Cas gasped and grabbed Dean's shoulders, hips twisting and restless as Dean nuzzled a sharply defined hipbone. He held Cas's cock in his hand, rubbing gently, listening to the small, desperate noises Cas made every time he squeezed. Then Dean put his mouth over Cas's cock and sucked him down.

A startled moan, and Cas's entire body jerked as he came, flooding Dean's mouth with sharp-tasting come. Dean didn't expect it, not so soon, but he sucked Cas dry and swallowed it all even though seriously, it wasn't his most favorite thing in the world to do--then pulled off and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip.

He crawled up over Cas, the head of his cock leaving a wet trail on Cas's skin. Cas stared up at him breathlessly, shirt still half-buttoned, and the shocked expression on his face warmed Dean to his very core.

"That was," Cas frowned as if searching for the right word. "Awesome?"

"Yes," Dean said with a grin. "I most certainly am."

"And sudden." Cas still seemed puzzled.

"Don't worry. There will be more. We're just getting started." Dean leaned down to kiss him. "Now will you get your damn clothes off?"

Cas glanced down as if surprised to see he still was wearing a shirt. In a moment he had it unbuttoned, then slipped it off, and kicked off his pants. Dean's cock still rested on Cas's stomach, and each movement sent shivers through his body. But Cas wasn't quite done yet.

"Socks," Dean added, raising an eyebrow.

Cas complied, and then he was naked. The evening had grown dark, and the light from the fireplace flickered, shadows dancing on Cas's skin and he really did look beautiful, all angles and sharp curves, his body entirely different than Lisa's. Dean sat back, straddling Cas's hips. He ran his hands over Cas's chest, taking in the warm skin and hard muscle. It had been a long time since he had done been with a guy, and in the past it had been all about getting down to business. It had never been like this, with Dean wanting to take the time to touch, to look. To indulge. To see the astonished and delighted expression on Cas's face.

It was so much better than the grim frustration he usually saw there.

Dean was startled out of his reverie when Cas sat up, his hands moving up Dean's body, over his chest and neck to gently cup his face. Cas kissed him, a sweet, slow kiss yet it still took Dean's breath away and he squirmed, moving his hips and pushing his cock against Cas's stomach.

"Cas, come on," Dean said. "Please."

"What would you like?" Cas asked.

Dean took Cas's hand in his and guided it down to his cock. He was more than happy to let Cas explore, leaning back as Cas ran his fingers over the shaft, groaning as Cas squeezed him tighter, seemingly fascinated skin moving over hard flesh. Forehead furrowed with concentration, Cas reached underneath to cup Dean's balls and Dean rose up on his knees, whimpering as Cas reached his other hand around to his ass. He clung to Cas's shoulders, face pressed against Cas's hair as Cas's fingers slid down between his cheeks, touching his opening.

"This makes you glad, too?" Cas asked.

"Oh yeah." Dean wanted all kinds of crazy things when Cas touched him like that. "Real glad."

Pushing his cock into Cas's hand, Dean showed Cas how to stroke his cock with just the right amount of pressure. When Cas tried to move his hand from Dean's ass, Dean reached back, holding it in place. "Put your finger inside me," he said roughly. "Just a little."

Skin still damp from his bath and Cas pushed a finger in easily. Dean groaned, knees buckling as he rocked in Cas's lap. Cas's hand wrapped around his cock, Cas's finger inside him, Cas's mouth on his neck and Dean moaned helplessly, lost in the sensation. Trapped on Cas's lap and surrounded by pleasure no matter how he moved, it was too fantastic to last. He held out as long as he could, until he was trembling and breathless and then he came, thrusting hard as his orgasm rolled through him in waves. By time he was done he had eased down onto Cas's lap again, heading hanging over Cas's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

"All right then," Dean gasped, then snorted with laughter. "Damn, Cas." He raised his head and was startled to see Cas smiling.

Apparently coming all over him was all it took.

"I enjoyed doing that." Cas looked extremely pleased with himself.

Dean was pretty damn pleased, too. "More fun than just looking, eh?"

"Much more." Cas nuzzled his his neck.

Dean kissed him, then slid off Cas's lap and fell back on the bed, tugging Cas down alongside. Cas was impressively hard again and Dean reached between his legs, fondling his balls. "You get a gold star for your first time," Dean said.

Cas rolled to face him, pushing himself into Dean's hand. "What do I get for my second time?"

Dean thought for a moment, sliding his hand up Cas's shaft and fingering the slit of his cock. "A really big orgasm?"

"I would like that."

Spoken with such earnestness, and Dean had to smile. "Sex. It's a gift that keeps on giving."

He kissed Cas's sinful mouth, then slid down and nuzzled Cas's chest as he squeezed Cas's cock, eliciting a sharp moan. He found a nipple and licked it until it went hard, then sucked and scraped his teeth gently over it as he ran a thumb over dampness at the tip of Cas's cock. All the while Cas made small, desperate noises, his hands fluttering over Dean's back and neck, as if unsure of where to land.

Dean wanted to take it slow this time, to show Cas how incredibly good it could be. He kissed his way down over Cas's ribs, lips drifting over soft skin. Cas still lying on his side, a long stretch of pale skin, his body lean and narrow. Cas's stomach was streaked with Dean's come and Dean ran finger through it, feeling the muscles beneath twitch and shudder.

Easing further down, Dean propped his head on a hand and looked at Cas's cock resting in his palm. Now that things were a little less crazy he could really look. Long and thick, smooth round head, and the skin felt velvety smooth as he ran his thumb over it.

"Dean," Cas said with a sigh. He rolled his hips restlessly.

Dean grinned. "Look who's getting impatient." He leaned forward and licked the head, teasing.

Cas's hips jerked forward. "Dean," he said again, a low frustrated growl this time and yeah, it was kind of hot.

Another lick but then Dean wanted Cas's cock in his mouth. He didn't know when that became such a thing for him, but apparently it was, because sucking the full length of it into his mouth felt insanely good, enough to make his own spent dick twitch. He played with Cas's sacs as he sucked, then reached further back, cupping Cas's ass and pushing him forward, encouraging Cas to rock into his mouth and when Cas swung a leg over his shoulder Dean loved it, loved feeling surrounded by Cas, the warmth of his body, the smell of his skin, the weight pressing down onto him.

Dean took his time, sliding his tongue over and around the shaft as he fingered Cas's hole, taking a moment to wet his finger in his mouth before reaching back around and slipping it inside.

"Oh," Cas said softly. He reached behind, covering Dean's hand with his.

Dean hummed encouragement, making Cas gasp, then sucked Cas's cock deep into his mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. Pulling back, he focused on the head, pushing his finger deeper inside of Cas's tight hole and Cas began to moan, cock growing thicker. Dean wrapped a hand around the base just as Cas came, hips moving sharply, his cock slipping out of Dean mouth and Dean used his hand to coax every last bit of pleasure out of him, warm come spattering his cheek and jaw.

Dean shuddered with delight. He shouldn't like it so much, but he did.

As Cas eased down to gentle tremors, Dean pressed his face against Cas's hip. He nosed Cas's pubic hair and breathed in deep before sighing, relaxed and content.

A hand touched his hair. "Dean."

With a low grunt, Dean rolled back onto the bed, easing his hand from between Cas's legs. Cas reached for him, tugging him gently by the shoulders at first, then actually lifting Dean as if he weighed nothing, bringing him up and onto his chest.

Dean laughed. It was easy to forget Cas's unearthly strength. Especially after sucking his cock. "Cas," he said, wiping a smear of come from his cheek. "What's with the manhandling?"

"I wished to kiss you." And Cas did kiss him, soft lips and wet tongue and Dean considered spending the rest of his life doing just this--lying in bed, kissing, letting Cas work out every angle. He stretched out, stomach sliding against Cas's come-slicked skin and Cas took his weight easily, hands moving slow and soothing over Dean's back.

"Thank you Dean," Cas said, simple and heartfelt. "For all of this."

"My pleasure," Dean replied, nose brushing against Cas's. "Literally." He couldn't help smiling because yeah, he was feeling smug. Cas looked downright happy and Dean was sure that was an accomplishment of sorts.

Naked and happy Cas. It was something Dean could get used to.

He slid off Cas and yawned, scratching his stomach, then rolled onto his side and ran a hand over Cas's chest. Dean felt as though he had discovered some kind of secret of the universe, that Cas actually had a body under all those clothes. And that it looked this damn good.

But it couldn't last. Their merry jaunt through time had come to an end. Soul-stealing demons and rebel angels awaited them. "We should probably get going," Dean said, forcing himself to sit up.

"No," Cas said. "I think it's wise that I rest a while before we return. I should be full strength when we get back. Anything less would be a risk." Cas's eyes shifted to the bed covers as he spoke.

Dean was suspicious, but when Cas pulled him back down on the bed, he went willingly, tucking himself against Cas's side. After a moment he closed his eyes, sighing contentedly as he drifted, half-asleep. He was vaguely aware of Cas's lips brushing his cheek and Cas's hands sliding over his skin with a gentle, affectionate touch and it made his chest tight to think that it would all be over soon.

***

Yawning, Dean retrieved the damp towel from the floor and cleaned himself off. He felt better after a few hours of sleep, but as he watched Cas pick up his scattered items of clothing from the floor, he wanted nothing more than to climb back in bed and pull Cas back in with him.

Shaking his head, Dean reached for his clothes. He knew they were disgustingly filthy, but he didn't have anything cleaner in his bag. But his hands touched soft, clean fabric, and they smelled freshly laundered. "Cas," he said, after a moment of puzzled staring. "Thanks."

"It was self defense." Cas was seated on the bed, buttoning up his shirt. "As I mentioned, you had developed a certain aroma. As did your clothes."

"You're a handy guy to have around." Dean pulled his shirt on over his head, then reached for his briefs. "Speaking of which," he said without looking up, "you going to be around some more? Once we get back?"

"Dean," Cas placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, startling him. Dean hadn't heard him approach.

Dean didn't turn around."Yeah?"

"I will return whenever possible to see you." Cas's voice was low and full of promise.

Dean nodded and leaned back, letting Cas take his weight. "I'm going to hold you to that." As Cas kissed the back of his neck, Dean felt lighter than he had in a long time.

***

They rematerialized in the Shady Pines Motel parking area, just minutes after the banishing. As Dean had suspected, the vampires were still there, at the other end of the driveway. They were too busy arguing with one another to notice their return and Dean grinned as he and Cas crept up behind them. This was going to be good.

Cas raised his hand, spun his sword, then nodded to Dean. Dean nodded in reply, unsheathed knife in hand.

"Hey guys, guess who's back," Dean announced.

Comments

[skeddy-kat.livejournal.com]

Thank you. This was amazing and scorchingly hot. I really like the affection between the two of them.

[bluespirit-star.livejournal.com]

Wonderful!
Hot, funny & with added dinosaurs! \0/
Thank you. :)

[sheron]

["It's not like I could stay here. Especially without you. I'd be dinosaur meat in no time."

"I would not leave you," Cas said. The intensity of his words startled Dean.]

Aww. This is him right there.

[tabby333.livejournal.com]

I loved this Season Six interlude. Dean and Cas needed a moment together. Dean and Cas consummate their unrequited love and there are dinosaurs and prehistoric chickens and sabertooth tigers and warm baths and Castiel trying to be funny. I enjoyed this a lot.

[wpadmirer.livejournal.com]

Ah, Dean taking photos of dinosaurs was cute! And you write such lovely, hot sex.

[libra-traveller.livejournal.com]

So lovely. I feared you'd stopped writing them, should have known you were writing something long. Dinosaurs, so awesome.

[not-sally.livejournal.com]

Your Dean was so perfectly Dean it hardly felt like a fic, and I mean that the best way possible.
Loved it.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

The dinosaurs made it very fun to write. *g*

I'm so glad you liked it, sweetie!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

It is, it is!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked! It was fun to write this one. *g* They needed a quiet, romantic moment together. With dinosaurs. Hee!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, you are very kind! *g*

And I would totally be taking pictures of the dinosaurs, so I figured Dean would, too.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Yeah, I've been smitten with H5O, but SPN still has a piece of my heart. *g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you, that's a wonderful compliment! It's very much appreciated. I'm glad you enjoyed the fic!

[bluespirit-star.livejournal.com]

Dinosaurs are always fun! :D

[aliassmith.livejournal.com]

DEAN + CAS + DINOSAURS?!

YOU WIN FOREVER.