We're both freaks

Cas' POV;

It had been a week since I told Dean I loved him. Even though he felt the same way, I was still nervous around him. What did this mean for our relationship? Did it change things? Am I paranoid? Yes, yes I believe I am.

I glanced over at Dean, who was stretched out on his bed attempting to study for his English 100 test next week.

"Why can't Shakespeare be more straight forward? Does he have to use all this, to be or not to be, crap?" he groaned.

I smiled fondly at him, sliding off my bed and moving to sit with him. I yanked Hamlet away from him, skimming quickly to refresh my memory.

"What is it that you're having trouble understanding?" I asked.

"I think I get most of it, but this whole thing with Ophelia is just weird. I mean, she was all sweet and normal and then she just kind of went crazy. What gives?"

"Well, Hamlet kind of has issues. He went a little mad because his life sucks and took out his anger on Ophelia, hence the whole get thee to a nunnery thing. And she doesn't understand. Then her father dies and it makes her go nuts because she's depressed and she drowns in the river," I explained.

"Oh...why can't he just say that?!"

"Because he puts it far more eloquently than I just did."

"Screw being eloquent, be straight forward and stop confusing people," Dean grumbled.

I chuckled, setting Hamlet aside and leaning down to press a quick kiss to Dean's cheek. He smiled, yanking me back down for a real kiss, sliding his lips languidly against mine. My stomach fluttered and pulled back reluctantly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I...it's a form of genetic mutation."

"Huh?"

"My wings. The reason I have them, at least as far as Gabriel could tell, is that I have some really rare type of mutation in my genes," I told him.

"Why'd you bring this up now?"

"You asked me the other day why I had them. I thought it was only fair I give you an answer, even if it's not much of one."

"Cas. I don't care why you have them. They're a part of you and they make you who you are. You don't have to feel obligated to give me an explanation. I love you Cas. I really do," Dean said, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

I smiled, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him fiercely. Dean kissed back hungrily, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me impossibly close. I wasted no time in pushing our hips together and grinding against him. He groaned into my mouth, lifting his hips to meet mine, seeking the friction we both desperately needed.

I pulled back from his mouth, kissing down his jaw to his neck, biting roughly just above his shoulder, and then sucking to sooth the pain. The small needy sounds Dean was making were driving me insane, making my jeans feel even tighter if that was possible.

"Cas," Dean gasped.

"Mmm."

"Cas," he said again, pushing at my shoulder.

Reluctantly I drew myself away from his neck to stare down at him. His eyes were dark and blown wide with lust and his tongue flicked out to wet his kiss bitten lips.

"I-I want...Cas, I want," he bit his lip, unsure how to continue.

"Anything you want Dean," I murmured, stroking his cheek.

He nodded and leaned close to my ear, nibbling gently on my ear lobe.

"Make love to me," he whispered.