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Dean was lying in a buttery yellow, sunshine filled room. Something straight out of some crappy rom-com. "What the-" Dean began, when he felt movement on the bed beside him. His eyes snapped to the figure lying next to him. He could clearly see the well defined tanned back of someone with dark tangled hair that curled slightly at the base of his neck. Dean reached out and touched the unknown man's shoulder. He turned round and suddenly Dean couldn't breathe. The sleepy face of Cas stared up at him and then smiled: "Hello, Dean."
Dean awoke with a jolt and sat up. He rubbed a hand over his face and tried to clear the dream from his mind. He glanced at the empty half of his bed and frowned. Somehow it had felt right to have Cas beside him. He flung off the covers and stood up on the cold floor quickly; he was not even going to go down that road.
Irritatingly all through the morning the thought stayed in the back of his mind, all through his shower he thought of how Cas had smiled at him, all through breakfast he found himself wishing that Cas was with him, and when he went back to make his bed after Sammy had whined at him it had felt like his sheets were too cold and he longed for the warmth that his dream had provided.
Dean decided to go for a hunt and clear his head; Sam had sent him an article for a suspicious murder in virginia involving a pirate cruise ship. He cranked baby up, and pulled out of the bunker's garage. As he was driving down I-65, stairway to heaven playing lowly from the radio, Cas appeared beside him in a whisper of feathers. "Hello, Dean."
Dean swore and swerved on the thankfully empty highway. "My apologies for not coming sooner I had business to take care of, apparently killing an angel of hell involves much more red tape than I would have imagined, and your request for my presence did not appear urgent." Dean wrinkled his brow, "what I didn't call y-, What do you mean an angel of hell?" "Kushiel was an angel of hell sent of his own volition to bring you back." Cas explained as he narrowed his eyes in anger, his blue eyes becoming more pronounced. "I of course, killed him, and had to prove my actions were justified to the court of angels." "And?" Dean said, his voice strained with worry. Cas looked to the side and shifted uncomfortably. "I may have had to them a lie in order to explain my actions." Dean shrugged, "I've lied a few times to pull my ass out of the fire; what did you tell em?" "First of all Dean, I need you to know I had no other choice." Dean's eyebrows shot up. "What did you tell them cas?" "If I had not told them this they would have had my wings clipped and locked me in a cell for a few millenia. I need you to understand that Dean." Cas said with intense urgency. "I-I told them you were my mate." Cas said quickly, staring pointedly at the floorboards. Dean stared blankly at Cas. "what?" "I told them you were my mate, Dean." Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly, his brain trying to wrap itself around what cas was saying. "So Cas, i'm sorry man but what the hell does that mean? Cas took a quiet breath in, "Angels have one being destined for them in their lifetimes, and with that being they form a bond which makes both of the individuals much more powerful. Because of this, it is frowned upon by the angels to seek out this bond just for the power, so if this bond is initiated then the loyalty of the bondmates must first be tested. Because of this unshakable bond it is within the being's power to do anything to protect its mate." "Cas how the hell did you convince them of that, we haven't bonded or whatever and no angel dickbag has shown up to test us, so how?" "I told them we did it in secret, they were angry but they said that they would send a representative to test us. I am sorry Dean." "No, Cas I'm sorry, you saved me and now you have to pay for it, I'm sorry you got stuck with me." "Dean, you aren't a burden," Cas said eyes alight with anger. "There is no one I would rather share a bond with. My only regret is that you did not get a choice in the process,you are deserving of much more than I could offer you." "Cas-" Dean could feel his heart ache inside of his chest, how could he allow his angel to feel this way? "Cas, ask me, please? "Cas wrinkled his brow, "I do not understand Dean, what would you like me to ask of you?" Dean gripped the wheel firmly in determination,"Ask me to be your mate." Cas let out a hushed exhale, as Dean pulled into a motel parking lot it being too late to head back to go any further. They walked silently to the motel and got their room key from a very sweet old lady at the front desk. Cas watched as dean walked to the room and began to unpack three boxes of salt and a few hex bags bought from a small wiccan shop in michigan. Cas stood watching Dean line the windows and the door and put the bags under the bed and above the door frame. When he had finished Cas spoke: "Dean, I need you to understand, If I could make the choice of anyone in the universe in any time I would always choose you. I can't offer you anything other than myself, but I ask your permission to make you my bond mate." Dean crossed over to Castiel. "I've never wanted anything from you except you just staying with me, there is no one I'd rather be bound to than you. So what I'm saying is that if you still want me I'm yours." Cas leaned forward till Dean could feel his breath hot against his lips, his eyes fluttered shut. Suddenly Deans phone rang loudly startling them and breaking the moment. Dean stepped back, "uh-um I'm sorry Cas I've got to take this, sorry" Dean fumbled with the phone and cleared his throat, "Hey sammy, whats up?"