Dean sighed, casting a considering look at the mini fridge and deciding to hold off on grabbing a beer. He sat on one of the motel beds and stared out of the grimy window. Sam was following up on a possible lead with a woman who absolutely did not trust Dean. Maybe it was because she had caught him breaking into her house to search for clues, but regardless, she hated Dean and was obviously very attracted to Sam. Hence this idleness - Dean had to wait while his brother flirted some information out of the woman. Only then could they proceed with the case.

They knew exactly what they were hunting and how to kill it, or else Dean would do some research to occupy himself. As it was, he was considering reading over the page in his dad's journal yet again, just to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Standing, he stretched and started for the table on which the journal rested.

Before he could reach it, however, there was a sound like the slight whooshing of wind. Recognizing the sound, Dean couldn't help his heart lifting as he turned to face Castiel.

"Hello, Dean."

"Hey, Cas. What brings you here?" Dean glanced out of the window behind him to keep from getting overwhelmed by the angel's intense gaze, a problem that he had faced far too often lately.

"The thing you're hunting. We need you to stop," Cas replied without any pretense.

"What?" Dean's brow furrowed. "Cas, I think Sam and I can handle a werewolf."

Cas sighed. "No, you don't understand. That thing isn't a werewolf."

"What do you mean, it isn't a werewolf? It all lines up. We've done our research, Cas."

"And we thank you for that, but we'll take it from here."

"You can't just push us off of a case - "

"Yes, we can, and yes, we will. Please, back down."

Dean smiled sarcastically. "Not really my style."

Cas sighed. "We don't care, Dean. We need to take this case."

"I'm not handing over my job to a bunch of friggin' angels!" Dean thought for a moment. "Again." It had been so long since he had seen Cas, and now the man was here just to tell him to leave? This was his and Sammy's case, not Cas's. He had missed the angel, a feeling which was obviously not mutual.

"Dean - "

"Leave, Cas."

Instead of the hurt puppy dog eyes that Dean had been expecting, Cas's gaze hardened. He moved toward Dean, and Dean felt his anger rising. On instinct, he swung a punch at the angel.

Bad move. Cas easily ducked out of the way and threw him across the room. Dean collided with the wall and fell onto one of the beds. Dizzy and disoriented, he staggered to his feet, ignoring the pounding headache beginning at the base of his skull.

What case is this important that you would attack a friend? a small part of him tried to reason, but Dean ignored it. He rushed Cas again, this time ducking his preliminary punch and going for his legs. The angel again avoided his attack.

Cas reached out and shoved Dean onto the bed. Within seconds, he was at the mercy of his friend, his arms pinned by one of Cas's hands above his head and the angel's weight pressing him down.

They were so close. Dean stared at Cas's dark eyes. Both men were breathing heavily from their scuffle.

"Please, Dean," Cas said in a low voice. "Just forget the case. Walk away."

"Make me," Dean growled, his heart rate increasing.

Cas lowered his face closer to his. Their foreheads pressed, breaths mingling. Not that Dean could really breathe. He wanted to blame it on the weight of the angel pressing into his chest, but he couldn't. Sooner or later, some part of him knew that he would have to face what he had been feeling for years.

When Cas moved closer, Dean half expected the man to kiss him. Instead, the angel's head swooped farther down and Dean felt his warm lips press against his collarbone. Dean squeezed his eyes shut. Shit. His self-control attempted to leave then and there, but he clung to it with all of his might.

Cas's kisses moved slowly up his neck. Dean let out a little breath, feeling like he had just finished running a marathon. He lay perfectly still, trying and failing to control his emotions.

Cas's lips lingered at his jawline. Dean opened his eyes and stared at the stained motel ceiling above him. Longing washed over him. He wanted, needed, to kiss Castiel now.

As if he had heard Dean's prayers (and perhaps he had), Cas finally pressed his mouth to Dean's. The kiss was gentle, lingering, and he released Dean's arms to cup his face.

Freed, Dean quickly changed the gentle nature of the kiss. He ran his hands through the angel's hair and pulled him closer to himself, kissing him desperately. Years of pent up emotion were finally being released as he groaned slightly into Cas's lips. He felt the man smile against his.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a key being turned in the motel room door. With a sound like a bird taking off, Cas disappeared, leaving Dean flushed and gasping for air. He sat up and turned away from the door as Sam entered.

"So, I talked to our witness," his brother said, launching into the details of the investigation. Dean tuned him out, focusing on calming his racing heart and trying to regain composure.

Sam paused. "Dean? You okay?"

"Fine," Dean managed. He still felt Cas's lips on his. "I'm gonna grab some sleep."

"It's four in the afternoon. You haven't even had dinner."

"I'm just taking a nap."

"You okay?"

"Dammit, Sammy, just let me sleep!"

Sam snorted. "Fine. Jeez."

As Dean slid under the covers, he knew that he wouldn't sleep. He stared at the wall, the memory of two dark eyes burned into his vision.