Dean was sitting on the edge of the motel room’s single bed. Cas sat before him in the lone desk chair. His wrist was swollen and bruised. Dean tenderly examined it for any signs of a break. He decided it was just a nasty sprain and patched him up with a splint and an Ace wrap. He had made him an ice pack from the ice machine down the hall and a couple towels.
It was somehow intimate. Dean’s loving touch turned into caresses. The hand that cradled the bum wrist suddenly cradled Cas’ jaw. Instinct brought Cas forward to brush his lips against Dean’s and in the next moment he was in Dean’s lap on the bed.
He forgot all about Steve as he melted into Dean. He was touched and kissed and filled with Dean as pain turned to overwhelming pleasure. He let it build until he felt it energy would burst right out of him.
“Cas!” Dean sat up from his bunk. He was drenched in sweat and there was a noticeable wet spot in his prison jumpsuit. He’d been dreaming of their one night together when Cas was human. They never talked about it.
Miles away, buried under the comforter on Dean’s memory foam mattress, Cas startled from his self-imposed sleep period. His mind had drifted to that night so many times but this time, this time he felt Dean’s desire for him and he realized…he realized they both wanted it. He rolled to his side and clutched Dean’s pillow. “I’ll find you Dean. And when I do I’m never letting you go again.”
Dean cleaned himself up the best he could in the small metal sink. He looked at his hazy reflection in the polished metal plate anchored in the wall. “Cas, I ain’t hiding it anymore. When I get out of here, I wanna make a go of it. I’m sick of losing you, man. I love you. And fuck if it didn’t take me too damn long to realize it.”