Nothing Short Of Supernatural

Vulnerable

"Cas, I have fought battles and faced down the end of the world, but nothing compares to this moment." I'm both resolute and vulnerable, his blue eyes searching mine for a sign of the next step to take on this unfamiliar path.

Taking my hand in his he says, "I am here, with you. Let's face this new challenge, as we have all others, together."

The room fades away, and it's just Cas and me, our joined hands a symbol of something powerful beginning.

Speechless, I nod. "This is new territory for both of us, but I'm ready if you are."

"Then let's journey into this unknown together. After all, exploring the mysteries of existence is what I do." he smiles. "Wherever this road may lead us, Dean, I cannot think of a better companion to share it with."

There's warmth in Cas' eyes, a softening around the edges that I've rarely seen. It's a look that says he's with me, all in.

My heart is beating out of my chest as emotions flood through me. I feel his hands slip around my waist pulling me closer. His hands are steady and sure as they draw me in, the simple gesture anchoring me to the here and now.

Slowly I lean closer, glancing down at his lips that are slightly parted. Placing my hand tenderly to his cheek I close my eyes and I place a gentle kiss on his lips. There's a pause, a breath held between us, as if the world has stilled for us to find a new understanding, a new depth to our alliance.

Cas leans into the kiss, allowing me to relax my muscles I didn't realize were tensed. I pull back looking at his face. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his eyes filled with passion.

He leans back in kissing me again, this time more heated. I moan against his lips as he pushes me backwards toward the bed.

Cas' response is fervent, a reflection of the intensity we often reserve for life's fiercest battles. As we near the edge of the bed, his movements are both intent and careful.

"Dean, are you certain? If we cross this threshold, there is no undoing it."

His voice is a low rumble, a vibration through the charged air between us, filled with a reverence and a question that deserves an honest answer.

"I need to know you want this - all of it." His hands are warm on my back, a steadying presence as he holds my gaze, searching for affirmation within the depths of my eyes.

"Yes, Cas...please, don't stop." I say gasping for breath.

His lips claim mine again with a fervor that speaks volumes more than words ever could. The world narrows down to the feeling of him, here with me, the heat of his body against mine replacing the chill of the night that lingers beyond this room.

Together we tumble onto the bed, an undulating mass of limbs and shared breath. There's an urgency in the way he moves us, a testament to the rare abandonment of his usual guarded self. I'm beyond thinking, just feeling, every sensation magnified by the emotional storm cascading through me.

I start pushing his jacket from his shoulders while kissing him feverishly, wanting desperately to feel his skin against mine.

The fabric of his jacket slides away easily. My fingers are eager, fumbling slightly as they unbutton his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin.

"This vessel has never felt such desire. It is... overwhelming."

There's a tremble in Cas' voice, a hint of vulnerability in the angel who has stood against legions.

Pausing I place a hand to his cheek, catching my breath, "I-I love you Cas...and I can wait if you're not ready for this."

"I am ready, Dean. Ready for whatever form our connection will take. I trust you."