The techno music pulsed with lustrous life around the dim lighted, room and with a long glittery stage filled with metal poles that were connected to the straight ceiling and the glittery stage. The air held a heavy thick male arousal, drowning the female arousal. Rows of blue recline cushioned chairs stood next to the glittery stage and held heated beings all males, whom yelled lust-filled words and panted with desperate need. Four glittered-covered women wearing nothing but a thin white thong and different colored stilettos stood on the glittery stage. They moved their slender bodies in an undulate movement, around the narrow poles as the desperate males hooted and tucked money in the women's thongs.

Dean slumped in the recline chairs, gazing at the topless, blond green eyed female, who kneeled on all fours before him on the stage and pinched her hard red nipples, moaning in pleasure. He's been sitting here for the past hour or so staring at the hot women using their bodies in ways that would have any man panted and wanting for more then just a dance, but Dean remained unaffected by the stunning women before him. The only person that invaded his every thought day and night and had the power to get him rock hard again was sitting a couple of inches away from him. He gripped the beer's neck and drowned his tenth or eleventh, not really sure anymore, but he could feel the numbing buzzing around in his head.

Castiel gripped the reclining chair's resting arms in a death grasp as his eyes widened at the blond woman pinching herself. How did he let himself be convinced in coming here? When the only person he desired was Dean, who didn't seem to be enjoying himself as usual and that was unusual. Castiel finally got enough courage to steal a glimpse of Dean and when his eyes rested on him a strong sensation, which was still unfamiliar to his body, slammed into him and left him breathless and tingly all over his tense body. Castiel reached for his first beer that was still full and gulped it down like a needy child, wishing, that it could take the huge butterflies in his stomach and take away the painful strain growing in his, now, tight pants.

Dean finally had enough of the strip club, seeing that it wasn't helping his situation and the only person that could put out his burning need was Castiel. Rising from the reclining chair, Dean's unfocused eyes gazed at Castiel and his groin instantly reacted when Castiel turn to look at him with a soft expression on his face. He basically just wasted two whole hours sitting here, instead he should have been wasting them on him, but then it wouldn't be wasted hours. Making up his mind about Castiel, Dean said, husky," Hey, Cas lets hit the road and find a motel before I fall on my feet." Castiel nodded and gracefully stood on his feet and followed the swaying Dean out the door of the strip club.

Dean tripped over his own feet on the way to the Impala, but managed to stay on his feet. "Um, Dean I don't think it's such a good idea to drive while you're drunk," Castiel said firmly. "I have heard of the many car accidents that humans have had that were cause by drinking and driving."

Dean shot Castiel an irritated look. "Your human now, Cas, so you should stop talking like your not." Castiel flinched at his words. "I didn't mean to sound like a dick, sorry." Dean patted his pockets, searching for his keys and handed them to Castiel. "Why don't you drive then?" Dean climbed into the passenger seat, leaving Castiel outside and staring at the keys, dumbfounded.

Nervousness settled in Castiel's gut. "But I don't know how to drive. What if I crash it?"

Dean grinned and signaled Castiel over to sit in the driver seat, "Don't worry. It's the middle of the night and there's no traffic. Plus you have to learn to drive sooner or later, why not now, huh."

"How about later than sooner," replied Castiel, remaining outside the car. Dean chuckled and re-signaled him to sit in the driver seat. Gradually, Castiel climbed into the driver seat and slammed the driver door behind him. "Geez, easy with the door. You may chip the paint job."

"I think after I'm through driving a painted job won't be the only thing it will need," mumbled Castiel, inserting the key into the ignition.

Shocked, Dean smiled, "Castiel made a funny, well, that's new."

Castiel ignored Dean's comment and concentrated on the difficult task before him. Twisting the key in the ignition, Castiel gulped at the Impala's growling engine. "Now, what."

Dean strapped on his seat belt, signaled Castiel to do the same. "The pedal closer to me is the accelerator and the left is the brake….." Dean slurring voice was devoured by a growing breeze as the Impala jerked forward and screeched to a sudden stop, curses followed, and the Impala continued to jerk and stop down the deserted road.

-L8er-

"Stoooooooooop!" yelled Dean as the Impala shrieked to a rough stop before the lone three star Motel Six in the middle of nowhere. Sheer exhilaration was written all over Castiel's face, who grinned like a manic and parked the Impala diagonally on the parking space. Dean's pale fingers gripped the door handle and dashboard in a death grip as sheer terror was written on his pale face. "Well, that works better then a big cup of dark coffee," gasped Dean, climbing out of the Impala on his wobbly feet.

Castiel still had the idiotic smile painted on his face as he practically soared from the Impala. "Can I drive again and soon? That was amazing. I can see why you prefer to drive everywhere, Dean." Dean laid on the floor next to the Impala, whispering soothing words to it. "Dean?" repeated Castiel when Dean failed to replied back.

With the help of the Impala, Dean managed to stand on his wobbly feet, staring intensely at Castiel from across the Impala and was prepared to start yelling at him for his crazy driving and how he could have destroyed his precious Impala, but seeing Castiel pleased stopped him and caused his heart to skip a few beats. Damn it, thought Dean, he's starting to get under my skin. "Hopefully, no time soon," mumbled Dean under his breath and said, loudly, to Castiel, "Maybe next time I'm drunk."

"I guess I won't have to wait long," responded Castiel, with a hint of amusement shining in his eyes. Dean didn't know how to react to the new Castiel that was changing before his eyes, so he just smiled at him. "Dean, I realize it's not mine business to interfere with your relationship with your brother, but you have been more depression than usual. Maybe you could forg—."

"Don't even say it, Cas. He chose Ruby over me, his own flesh and blood," grimaced Dean as the pain ripped the wound in his heart even more and strolled towards their twin bed room. "I just need to forget that he was ever my brother."

He felt it. Dean's pain as if it was his own, a pain stronger then the torture he had ever experienced in his Angel days. But he didn't know how to ease Dean's pain, being human meant feeling emotions that he hadn't experience and, basically, didn't know what they meant or how to use them to help Dean. He pretty much just tore Dean's heart open by mentioning Sam. Castiel sighed and followed Dean into their room, looking forward for a good night sleep and only dreaming of Dean sleeping next to him or maybe even—Castiel blushed at his thoughts that were leading towards a erotic path.

Dean, directly, walked into the bathroom, started a cold shower that would, hopefully, cool down his hard on, yanked off his clothes, and went under the fresh, crisp water, which leisurely caressed down his rock hard body. Dean remained directly under the pouring freezing water for about ten to fifteen minutes, but the icy, slippery fingers of the water did nothing to cool him down, so there was only one other thing that might work. Dean fisted his hard on erection, pretending that it was Castiel's soft hands instead of his own. Down an up he pumped his hard shaft using long strokes and slowly increasing them to faster and shorter strokes until Dean was panting and groaning in need. Pre-cum slipped past the slit on the head of his hard shaft. "So close," gasped Dean, pumping faster and faster. He bit back the scream of the immense organism that slammed into his head and spread across his heated body. He dropped to the shower floor on his shaking knees with a deep moan and gasp for air.

Finishing his shower, Dean stood before the steamy mirror with white towel wrapped around his waist. "Dean," Castiel called from outside the bathroom door. "Are you done I need to take a shower?" The image of Castiel naked, wet, and soapy while he use his hands to rub himself clean flashed into Dean's mind as his towel began to rise with the same intense burning need as before.

"Just about done, Cas," answered back Dean. There's only one way to stop this need I have for Castiel, thought Dean. I just hope Castiel will be willing to response back to what my body demands.