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Castiel felt every soul being ripped out of him.

One by one.

It was excruciating and Castiel couldn’t remember pain like this before. Each soul was torn from him as though being pulled through the pores of his skin. Thousands upon thousands of them, one after the other being sent back to Purgatory.

He staggered beneath the agony and was vaguely aware of arms around him. He opened his eyes and met Dean’s gaze.

“Why are you helping me?” he gasped and writhed as another few souls cut their way out of his skin.

“Because you were my friend once,” Dean told him and wrapped himself tighter around Castiel as the pain continued. He heard Dean yell at the Father, “isn’t there an easier way to do this?” before the next wave of souls departed.

“No,” his Father replied and there was genuine regret in His voice. “Castiel committed the error of believing that he could be like me and he must pay the penalty.”

“You weren’t around!” Dean shouted and Castiel marvelled at this human. This man whom he had betrayed and abandoned was still defending him. “The angels were at war in heaven! What the fuck choice did you give him?”

Suddenly the pain stopped and Castiel opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Dean and the wave of love that crashed through him was almost as overwhelming as the pain had been.

“You’re right,” his Father admitted and He crouched down next to them. “I left you and your brothers to manage things alone.”

“I tried to do the best I could,” Castiel told Him and his voice was hoarse. “I didn’t know what else to do. Raphael…”

God pressed a hand to His mouth. “I know my children,” He said and His mouth quirked. “With Michael and Lucifer out of the way, Raphael would have tried to take over.”

“I’m sorry,” Castiel sagged in Dean’s arms and was grateful when they tightened around him once more. He thought for a moment that he could be quite happy here.

“I’m the one who should be apologising,” the Father reminded him and then He looked over at Crowley. “I haven’t forgotten your part in this.”

Crowley scowled. “My existence has never been that easy.” He blanched when Chuck’s gaze turned glacial. “I mean, I don’t doubt it, Father.”

Dean got slowly to his feet and helped Castiel up. Sam came over to his brother, stood at his shoulder, at Castiel’s back.

“So now what?” Dean asked and Castiel waited to hear his Father’s judgement.

“I must punish Castiel for the crimes he has committed,” Chuck appeared regretful. “He has assumed a position far above his station.”

“Who gets to punish you for leaving the world in the hands of a bunch of psychotic angels?” Dean demanded and his Father’s mouth hardened.

“You dare to question me?” He asked.

“You’re damn right I dare,” Dean was furious and Castiel wanted to warn him, hold him back, stop him from challenging the Father of All. “When you decided to take your mini vacation, what the fuck did you think would happen?”

God glared at Dean. “I expected my children to behave themselves until I returned!”

“Did you tell them you were coming back?” Sam’s quiet question seemed to stump Him and He stopped.

“What?” He asked.

“They didn’t know that you were coming back,” Sam said and he waved at Castiel and Crowley. “They thought that you’d left them entirely and that they were on their own.”

His Father looked dumbstruck. “I was always coming back,” He protested.

“They didn’t know,” Sam repeated and the thought finally seemed to get through to Him.

“You thought that I had abandoned you completely?” He asked Castiel.

Castiel nodded. “You didn’t answer our prayers, not even Michael’s. We thought…” he swayed a little and Sam wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I would never forsake you or your brothers like that,” He said.

“No one could find you,” Castiel told Him. “We tried everything to locate you.”

“They even used my amulet,” Dean added and Castiel felt something more than pain lurch in his heart.

“You threw it away,” he remembered.

Dean’s gaze met his. “It was useless,” he reminded Castiel but he kept his arm around him.

“I heard you,” the Father told them and regret coloured His voice. “But I needed time.”

“Did you need to go and find yourself?” Bobby’s sarcastic request made them all stare at him. “It’s a good thing I stopped believing in you a long time ago, ‘cause let me tell you that you’re mighty disappointing up close.”

God took a breath and closed His eyes. When He opened them again, He allowed them all to see the power within. It whispered through the house, stroked across their skin and burrowed into their minds. “I am God and you will show me some respect!” His voice was a thunderbolt and Castiel shuddered beneath its weight.

“You don’t scare me,” Bobby informed Him and Castiel wanted to warn him, caution him to stand down but the Lord started laughing.

“You have the balls of twenty archangels, Bobby Singer,” He told him. “Now be quiet.” Bobby opened his mouth to say something but no sound came out. He settled for glaring at the Father.

“Would anyone mind terribly if I just headed back downstairs?” Crowley asked but then he winced as some unseen pressure held him in place. “Or I’ll just wait here then, shall I?”

God walked over to him, hunkered down in front of him and met his gaze. “You came up with the plan to rape Purgatory, didn’t you?”

Crowley’s shoulders hunched up towards his ears. “It was a pretty good plan,” he whined. “It would have been an even better plan if Castiel hadn’t sold me out for a couple of thousand souls.” He sounded honestly peeved about it.

“You’re a demon, Crowley,” He reminded him. “My angel would have been in even more trouble if he’d actually allowed you to have any of the souls.”

Crowley was practically pouting. “But it was my plan,” he protested.

The Lord put a hand on his shoulder. “All souls are mine, be they in Heaven, Hell or Purgatory. They all belong to me.”

“I just wanted to borrow them for a while,” Crowley said.

He looked over at Castiel. “Watching me sending the souls back to Purgatory just now,” He turned back to Crowley, “can you say that you would have been able to bear that pain?”

Crowley smiled briefly. “I’m not one for receiving pain,” he admitted. “I prefer administering it.”

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Chuck shook his head.

Crowley’s shoulders hunched even further. “Hello. Demon?” He accompanied the question with an attempted glare at Chuck.

Castiel wondered just when Crowley had lost his mind because he was almost begging his Father to punish him.

“What would you do if I decided to let Lucifer out of his cage?” the Father’s question was almost idle and Castiel felt every muscle in his body tense up. The Winchesters reacted in exactly the same way.

“I’d say that you were bloody insane,” Crowley spat, careless now, aware that there was nothing left to lose.

“But he’s my son,” He said and Castiel felt his heart drop. “Michael is there with him and I’m sure they want to be free.”

“Did you see what they did to the earth, to humans and to fucking Heaven the last time they were free?” Crowley’s face was red with anger. “I’d rather you went back to whatever fucking place you came from and butt the fuck out of our affairs if that’s the sort of thing you’re going to do now that you’re back!”

Castiel admired Crowley’s courage. It was foolish and bound to get him killed but it was a remarkable thing to see. He would like to have that kind of courage.

“What am I going to do with you?” He mused, apparently not offended by Crowley’s rant.

“Let him go.” Castiel couldn’t believe the words that Dean had just spoken.

“He’s a demon,” the Lord watched Dean carefully.

“I know,” Dean shook his head, “but he’s just acting the way nature made him.” He snorted. “The way you made him.”

God smiled. “The reason I love humankind so much is because of their capacity for love and forgiveness.” He stood and pulled Crowley up with Him. “I just wish that my spirit children would learn a thing or two from you.” He touched a finger to Crowley’s forehead. “I’ll be visiting with you soon,” He promised before Crowley disappeared. It sounded like a threat.

Castiel waited for his own judgement.

“I’ve let Crowley go without smiting him,” his Father said and wandered over to the bottle of whiskey. He raised an eyebrow at Bobby who poured Him a shot. “What should I do with the angel who presumed to be me?”

“Thank him?” Sam suggested and Dean grinned at him.

Castiel stepped away from the Winchesters. “I deserve death,” he told his Father. “I fell prey to the sin of pride. I wanted to be more than what I was.”

“Your intentions were good,” Dean reminded him and then flushed at the incredulous expression on Bobby’s face. “Well they were,” he said defensively. “Things just got a little out of hand, is all.”

Castiel turned back to Dean and he could feel the smile spreading across his face. “You are a remarkable human being, Dean Winchester,” he observed. “I don’t think there is anyone like you in the world.”

“And be fucking grateful for that,” Bobby muttered. Dean glared at him but the tips of his ears were still a little pink.

“So you don’t think I should do anything to him?” his Father sounded as surprised as Bobby had looked. “Even after what he did to you?”

“Well, he behaved like an angel,” Dean muttered. “So basically he was a dick and he threatened us and fucked up Sam’s head.”

“But he didn’t actually do any damage to us,” Sam pointed out and Dean nodded.

“Yeah, apart from the betrayal and turning your brain to mincemeat and everything.” Dean looked away then.

Castiel felt his pain as though it were his own. “I’m so very sorry for how I treated you,” and suddenly it felt like there was no one else in the room.

Dean shrugged. “Like I said, you acted like the guy I met after I came back from Hell.” He didn’t look at Castiel.

“But I wasn’t that angel anymore.” Castiel took a step back towards Dean. “You changed me.”

Dean lifted his gaze then and Castiel felt everything that Dean had always made him feel clutch at his chest and he sucked in a breath. “I love you,” he told Dean and he sounded as amazed as he felt.

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Dean stared at Cas Suddenly, this was Cas, his friend and brother-in-arms, his own personal saviour. It wasn’t Castiel, the would-be god, the traitor who’d terrified him and sort of broke his heart.

“What?” he squeaked.

Sam opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again, shaking his head. “Sorry, bro, you’re on your own here.”

Bobby poured a double shot of whiskey and stood after he’d tossed it back. “I’m going to …find something very important to do,” he said. Fucking coward. “Excuse me, your Worship.” He nodded to Chuck and fled the house.

Sam pointed at Bobby’s back. “I’m going to help him do the important thing,” he said and practically ran after Bobby. Sammy was such a pussy.

Chuck - Dean was never going to be able to think of him as God - looked at the two of them. “Well, you sure know how to clear a room, Cas,” he noted and grinned. “So, if Dean doesn’t want me to punish you then just what am I supposed to do with you?”

Dean watched Cas and saw fear in his eyes. He’d never seen that expression on Castiel’s face except when he’d been facing Michael and Lucifer and given his life for them. For him.

“Give him to me,” Dean heard the words coming out of his mouth but he couldn’t actually believe he was saying them.

Chuck arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” he drawled and Dean felt his face go red.

“I mean, leave him here on earth with us.” He shrugged. “Take away his angel mojo, make him mortal so that he can feel pain, you know?”

Chuck tapped a finger on his chin. “Hmm,” he mused. “That is just in a sort of poetic way.” He observed Castiel whose face remained resolutely blank. “But is that punishment or reward, leaving him with you, the human that he loves most of all.”

Dean’s face felt like it was on fire. “He loves me in the spiritual way,” he objected. “We went through Armageddon together.”

“Well,” Castiel interjected and shut up when Dean turned a fierce glare on him.

“Spiritual huh?” Chuck’s grin was huge and Dean wanted to kick his ass. “Dean, if you believe that, then you’re the dumbest stump that ever lived.”

Dean scowled and crossed his arms across his chest. “Whatever,” he muttered.

Chuck pondered for a moment and then nodded. “Fine, I accept your suggestion, but I have one condition.”

Castiel tensed and Dean automatically reached out and put a hand to the small of his back, resting it there in reassurance. Chuck’s eyes rolled. “Spiritual, right,” he snorted.

“What’s the condition?” Dean was dreading the answer.

Chuck’s smile was evil. Dean couldn’t even remember Lucifer or Crowley looking that evil; they obviously got their looks from their father. Dean braced himself. “While you may believe that Castiel’s love for you is a pure and holy thing, I know better.”

Dean couldn’t stop himself from looking over at Cas who was inspecting his fingernails as though they were the most interesting in the world. “I don’t care,” he growled. Cas looked up at him, eyes very blue and Dean’s breath caught.

“Well, I do,” Chuck said and he propped his hands on his hips. “Despite all evidence to the contrary, I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy. When two people love each other…” He trailed off and tipped his head to one side.

“I can restrain myself,” Castiel said and Dean hated the expression of misery on his face.

“Oh, I know that,” Chuck waved a hand. “But I’m also not the kind of guy who will tempt fate. So, on the off-chance that Cas here will persuade you to copulate without the benefit of a Heavenly blessing…” he paused and the grin was bigger than ever, “…I would ask that you two get married.”

“What the ever loving fuck?” Dean shouted and Sam and Bobby came running back in. Bobby had holy water in one hand and holy oil in the other, covering all his bases. Sam had the knife and appeared ready to use it.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Bobby demanded.

“Excellent,” Chuck rubbed his hands together. “We need two witnesses anyway.”

“Please…” Castiel’s voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t penalize Dean for my transgressions.”

“My dearest Castiel,” Chuck went up to him and put his hands on Castiel’s cheeks. “You are going to be so very happy as a human.”

“Jimmy Novak?” Cas asked and Chuck shook his head.

“He has gone on to his reward a long time ago.” Chuck smiled. “You will have all the memories of your angelic existence but none of the powers.”

“He’ll still be Cas?” Dean asked and for some reason, that was important.

Chuck grinned. “Cas 2.0 if you will. At least he’ll have all of the wonderful qualities you already know and love.”

Sam and Bobby were looking increasingly confused. “Uh…can someone please tell us what’s going on?” Sam put up a hand.

Chuck beamed at him. “I’m about to conduct my first wedding ceremony in about…oh seven thousand years give or take a century or so.”

“Wedding?” Sam’s squeak was about as manly as Dean’s had been. “Who’s getting married?”

Dean wanted to snarl when Chuck pointed at him and Castiel. “These two.”

“But…” Sam was lost for words.

“They’re guys?” Bobby frowned. “Isn’t that one of those deadly sins you’ve talked about?”

“Hey,” Chuck protested. “I can move with the times.”

“What about Sodom and Gomorrah?” Sam asked and Dean wanted to put his fingers in his ears and hum something from AC/DC because seriously, how had this become his life?

“Eh…” Chuck shrugged. “That bunch wanted to rape a couple of my children. No way was I letting them get away with that!”

Dean felt certain that he was going to object to this whole marriage thing any minute now. He wasn’t in love with Cas and he certainly didn’t want to sleep with….

“Now Dean,” Chuck chided, eyes suddenly on him, “lying to God is a far worse sin than lying with someone without the benefit of marriage.”

“That’s cheating!” Dean yelped. “You can’t use your god power to fuck around in my head.”

Chuck made a disparaging noise. “I never said that I played by the rules. With you Winchesters, I’ve had to keep on my toes for the past decade or three.”

“I don’t feel like that about Cas,” Dean told him and he looked over to Castiel in apology. “Sorry man, but I don’t.”

Castiel nodded and there was something defeated about the set of his shoulders. “I understand,” he said.

“How ‘bout this?” Chuck held out his hands. “Why don’t you kiss and then decide? I won’t force you to marry but if that special spark is there, then I’d prefer it to be legal when you do get together.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dean demanded. “Becky’s obsession with fan fiction has obviously twisted your mind!” He did not think of Castiel’s mouth or kissing. At all.

“Watch your tone,” Chuck levelled a look at Dean that made him take a step back. And for some unknown reason, Cas stepped in front of Dean.

“I won’t have Dean forced into anything,” he declared and something in his voice made Dean’s hair stand on end.

“You don’t have the power to stop me,” Chuck pointed out and Dean wondered just what the hell Chuck was up to.

“I can refuse,” Castiel replied evenly. “I am still a creature of free will and so is Dean.”

“Well then,” Chuck sounded regretful. “I’m just going to have to end your existence.”

“What?” Dean yelped and it was his turn to shove Cas behind him. “You keep your fucking smiting shit away from him!”

Chuck’s eyebrows lowered. “You really need to learn to show a little respect, Dean.”

“What the fuck ever,” Sam was suddenly shoulder-to-shoulder with Dean, protecting Castiel. “Cas is family and we don’t let people mess with our family.” He folded his arms across his mile-wide chest.

Dean pointed his thumb at Sam. “What he said.”

“Boys,” Chuck went into benevolent mode. “You do realise that as the Father of All, it’s not too much of a stretch for me to just move you two out of the way?”

“You wrote books about us!” Dean reminded him. “You sold us out to Lucifer!”

“I did no such thing!” Chuck refuted. “I wasn’t in my right mind then.”

Bobby snorted. “You played us like Louis Armstrong played the trumpet,” he muttered.

“Fan fiction!” Sam obviously decided that particular grievance bore repeating.

“Wincest!” Dean shuddered and exchanged a look with his brother that needed no translation.

“So, what are you trying to say here then?” Chuck asked.

“No smiting of Cas,” Dean shot back.

Chuck sighed. “You’re not giving me much choice, guys,” he said and looked over Dean’s shoulder at Castiel. “What would you do if you were me?”

Dean moved slightly out of the way when he felt Castiel’s hand on his shoulder. “I am no longer god,” he said.

“If you were,” Chuck insisted.

“I would destroy the traitor,” Cas admitted and Dean wanted to find the nearest blunt object and knock him out with it.

“Do you love him?” Chuck’s question was soft and Dean stared at Castiel. “Dean?” Chuck asked and Dean realised that he was talking to him.

“I…he’s family,” Dean stuttered.

“Do you love him?” Chuck repeated.

“Only people that you really care about can hurt you the way he hurt me...us,” Dean prevaricated.

“Do you love him?” Chuck asked again.

Dean’s shoulders slumped and he let out a breath. “Yeah,” he said. It was soft and terrifying but then he felt the heat of Castiel’s hand between his shoulders and he knew that it would be okay.

“Dean?” Sam stared at him. “Do you know what you just said?”

Dean nodded and looked over at Bobby, waiting to see condemnation. What he got was exasperation. “You idjit,” Bobby growled. “That’s about as obvious as a boil on a butt.”

Dean then turned to meet Castiel’s gaze and he was overwhelmed at the depth of love he saw in his angel’s eyes. “I’m a bit stupid when it comes to relationships,” he told Cas.

“Try fundamentally damaged,” Sam added unhelpfully and stepped away hastily when Dean glared at him. “No wonder none of your relationships with women ever worked out. They all had to live up to him!”

Dean took a half-heated swing at his brother and Castiel caught his hand. “I have enough love for the both of us,” Cas told him.

Dean shook his head. “Oh, I’m really good at loving people. I love people so much that most of the time they want to get rid of me. Once I love you, that’s it, you don’t get to say goodbye.” He felt more confident now, watching Castiel’s face.

“Your capacity for love is unequalled,” Castiel agreed.

“But I’m not sure about being in love,” Dean cautioned. “We may have to work on that part.”

“I’m agreeable to that,” Cas said and the corner of his mouth twitched which in Cas-terms was almost a full-blown laugh.

“While I’m totally enjoying all the love floating around the room, I really need to get going,” Chuck interrupted them. “So, what’ll it be?” He looked between them. “Marriage or death?”

“Yeah, that’s a real catch-22,” Sam said and shook his head when Cas frowned. “I’ll explain it later,” he promised.

“Marriage,” Dean heard himself say and felt the calloused warmth of Castiel’s fingers wrap around his. “We’ll take door number one please.” If his voice croaked a little, it was totally acceptable.

“Alright then,” Chuck looked over at Bobby. “Have you got a Bible I can use?”

“You know this won’t be legal, right?” Sam was obviously in stupid-mode and Dean really wanted to roll his eyes.

“I instituted marriage,” Chuck took the big King James version that Bobby handed him and stared at Sam. “Trust me, this is as legal as it gets.” Sam wisely decided to be a silent witness from there on in much to Dean’s relief.

Chuck opened the Bible and Dean could have sworn there was moisture in his eyes as he found the passage he wanted.

“And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man. Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.” He read the words from Genesis and looked up at them.

“This was the first marriage. I wed Adam and Eve so very long ago and they disappointed me. Mankind has hurt me ever since. I’d like to think that the two of you have a chance.” Chuck’s eyes were deeply sad and Dean wanted to change that.

“You know I don’t have a rib of his and he doesn’t have one of mine, right?” he asked.

Chuck laughed. “You are imperfect, irreverent, irresponsible and irritating and I love you above all humans, Dean Winchester.” Dean felt his cheeks flush at the praise. “Castiel is part of you and you are part of him, whether you know it or not.”

“How?” Dean asked.

Chuck reached out and touched his shoulder, there where Castiel’s mark burned hot. “When he pulled you out of Hell, he left part of himself on your skin and you left part of yours with him.”

“It is why I can always sense what you are feeling,” Cas told him.

Dean snorted. “You’re so dumb about what I’m feeling, Cas, you’d better just shut up while you’re ahead.”

Chuck held out his hands and waggled his fingers. “Come on; let me get this done so that I can get busy with fixing up the mess you lot have made of Heaven.”

Castiel placed his right hand in one of Chuck’s hands and Dean followed his example and gave Chuck his left hand.

“What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.” Dean felt an itching on his hand and he looked down and watched as a black line appeared around his wedding finger.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” he exclaimed and glared at Chuck. “You asshole!”

Chuck smiled in delight. “You are branded, Dean.”

“I hate you so very, very much,” Dean yanked his hand away and stared at the tattoo. It was actually kind of pretty, with three intertwined cords wrapped around each other and his finger with no apparent beginning or end.

“I have one too,” Cas supplied helpfully and showed Dean the mark on his hand.

“It’s symbolic,” Chuck offered. “You know, cords of three strands representing the partners in a marriage as well as God, shows the strength of that union?”

Dean nodded. He could get used to it. Maybe.

“Mazeltov?” Bobby offered and Dean’s mouth went tight as he scowled at him.

“Thank you,” Cas said sincerely and Dean just shook his head.

“Well, this has been fun, but I must get going.” Chuck clapped his hands together and held out his arms. “May I kiss the..?”

“If you say bride I am going to tear you a new one, god or not,” Dean warned him.

Chuck’s arms fell. “You are so repressed,” he mumbled. “I can only hope that marriage will help you get in touch with your softer side.”

“I swear,” Dean took a step towards Chuck and Sam moved in front of him, holding his hand out.

“Thanks for everything,” Sam said.

“For what?” Dean muttered.

“Shut up,” Sam told him and Chuck shook his hand. “It’s been interesting.”

“I’m sorry for what you had to endure at the hands of my children,” Chuck’s smile was softer, sadder. “I can only hope that by erasing those awful memories, I’ve begun to repair the damage done.”

“What I don’t remember can’t hurt me,” Sam shrugged. “Thanks for fixing me.”

“It was the least I could do,” Chuck stared into Sam’s eyes. “You still have a lot of work to do and being handicapped like that…well, you wouldn’t be the weapon that I need.”

“Weapon?” Bobby stalked over to Chuck. “Now listen here you…”

Chuck held up his hand. “They are always being watched, Bobby.” He reached out that hand and placed it on Bobby’s shoulder. “They are protected. They will bleed and hurt and occasionally be near death, but I will make sure that they are always protected.”

Bobby seemed to deflate. “Make sure you keep that promise or there’ll be hell to pay,” he warned. Chuck nodded.

“Would you like me to send you to some exotic island for your honeymoon?” Chuck asked Dean.

“I will never pray again,” Dean promised.

Chuck laughed. “Castiel will pray enough for the both of you,” he assured Dean. He looked at Castiel. “Time to give up your grace,” he said.

Cas nodded and Dean grabbed his hand. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” Castiel replied and Dean could see by the expression on his face that he really was. “I’m being given a chance to live a life with you. My grace is a small price to pay for the sins I have committed against God.”

He stepped up to Chuck who put a hand to his forehead. The light the exploded from Castiel’s eyes and mouth was blinding and then it was gone.

“You be happy now,” Chuck ordered them and the faint glow of Castiel’s grace faded into his skin. “I’m counting on you to carry on fighting the good fight down here.”

“It’s what we do,” Dean said.

“It’s the family business,” Cas added and exchanged a smile with Dean.

“I’ll see you around,” Chuck said and vanished.

Bobby cleared his throat. “I guess a toast wouldn’t go amiss here,” he muttered and went to get a couple more glasses. He poured them each a shot, emptying the bottle of whiskey and they held their glasses up. “To homecomings,” Bobby said. “Welcome back, Cas, it’s good to have the real you home again.”

“To homecomings,” Sam agreed. “Chuck or God or whoever is back where he belongs and we can concentrate on what’s really important.”

“To homecomings,” Dean murmured. “It’s good to have you whole, Sammy.”

“To homecomings,” Castiel said. “This is the only home I’ve ever wanted to belong to.”

Dean stared at him. “Seriously?” he asked and was barely aware of Sam and Bobby leaving. “You wanted to belong here with us and not up there with the rest of your family?”

Castiel put his glass down and stepped right past Dean’s invisible personal body bubble and into his space. His hands came up and his palms cupped Dean’s cheeks. “I have only ever wanted to belong to you, Dean Winchester.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to Dean’s. It was chaste, warm and soft. Cas pulled back and stared at Dean. “And now I do.”

Dean fisted his fingers in Castiel’s coat, mentally thinking about burning the fucking thing and yanked Cas back to him, crushing his mouth against his own. This kiss wasn’t chaste at all. It was tongue and teeth and possession in the most basic possible way.

Dean pushed Castiel’s coat from his shoulders and tugged at the buttons of his shirt, fingers pulling at his tie. “You have to wear less shit, man,” he gasped into Castiel’s mouth.

Warm fingers tunnelled under Dean’s t-shirt and Dean arched into the caress. “That can be arranged,” Cas told him and he turned his head so that their mouths found a different, better angle. Dean approved.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice broke them apart and they moved back, breathing heavily. “I’m fucking scarred for life,” Sam whined as he put a hand over his eyes. “I am never going to unsee my brother with his tongue down an angel’s throat.”

“Ex-angel,” Cas corrected. His mouth was wet and red and Dean really wanted Sam to make like the invisible man because who the fuck would have guessed that Cas would be fucking awesome at kissing.

“Whatever,” Sam muttered. “You two should get a room.”

“Great advice,” Dean grabbed Castiel’s hand. “Mine is this way.” He hauled Cas behind him, ignoring Sam’s bleated protests. “Get ear plugs, Sammy, things may just get a little loud.”

“I hate you so much right now!” Sam called after him and Dean closed his bedroom door and crowded Cas up against it.

“Now where were we?” he asked and Cas stuck his hand down his jeans.

And Dean didn’t think about anything but Cas for a very long time.