A/N: Another in my Missing Moments series. :D Hope you enjoy it.

I apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes in the following story. If there are any please forgive me and I hope it does not distract too much from your enjoyment. – If you enjoy :D

CHAPTER ONE

Dean had barely hung up the phone and he was there. The hunter turning to find him as he always did, standing stiffly, arms hanging limply at his side.

"What took you so long?" Dean joked.

"I came as quickly as I could." The angel scolded, having finally gotten a grip on Dean strange and irritating sense of humour.

Dean's smile grew wider at the possible double meaning in his angels words, closing the gap between them; it was times like this when he missed Cass incessantly breaking into his personal space. Dean had cleared him of that habit only to discover that he'd actually kind of like it. It made him feel special in a ridiculous way.

"So where have you been all week?" Dean asked in a deep husky voice.

"You know very well were I have been Dean." Cas replied a little perturbed. "I tried calling you."

"Yeah, I lost my cell." He said taking another step closer till they were toe to toe and Dean was the one breaking personal space law. "So how's the search for God going?"

Cas didn't reply but hung his head. His search was going appallingly, wherever God was, he was hiding himself well.

Dean broke further into Cass personal space; resting his hand on the man's shoulder, forcing the man to look up at him with troubled blue eyes. "I'm sorry Cas."

They stood that way for a moment. Dean giving his best friend the comfort and support he needed and Cas accepting it. This was as close as Dean would probably ever allow himself to get to have a chick-flick rom/com moment.

Finally Dean raised his hand to Cass neck, sliding it beneath the collar of his white shirt so as to feel the warmth and steady thump of his vessels heart, his fingers brushing briefly against the rough growth alone his jaw.

Dean still felt awkward touching Cas. Women he knew, they had smooth skin, curves to hold onto and breasts to ogle, but Cas obviously had not of these. He wasn't even girly. – Like Sam. his mind joked. – Cas was as much one of the guys as an angel with no experience of humanity could be, and that was why it was always awkward for a few minutes as Dean tried to decide where to place his hands.

Cas never had this problem; his hands always went directly where instinct and memory told him they belonged, Dean's hips.

Dean's lips finally took his friends in a gentle I've-missed-you kiss, which was so not Dean Winchester, but when it came to Castiel there were a lot of things that weren't Dean Winchester. Standing in a silent motel room, kissing a male angel with gentle affection was just the start.

It wasn't long before tenderness was abandoned and so was Dean's awkward pursuit of somewhere to lay his hands, as his left joined his right at the other man's neck, tilting his head in order to deepen their kiss.

Tongue battled tongue as hunger and need gained control of the two men. Cas was already stripping himself of his jacket and overcoat. The items clattering to the floor under the weight of Cass cell phone.

While Cas was freeing himself of the burdensome coats, Dean was pulling at his tie. He loved that tie, especially the clumsy way Cas wore it. No matter how many times Dean had shown him how to do the thing it always ended up looking exactly the same. If Dean didn't know better he'd swear Cas did it on purpose.

He pulled it free of the collar and made a mental note to have some fun with it at a later date, before dropping it carelessly on the floor at their feet; he then turned his attention to Cass shirt.

As soon as Dean had Cas liberated from that piece of clothing, Cas was quickly returning the favor, gripping hold of the taller man's blue-grey over shirt, forcing it over the man's strong shoulders, down his tanned arms before dropping it on the growing pile, the black t-shirt swiftly followed.