Dean lay in the shabby motel once again, the sanctity of his squeaking spring mattress silenced by his managing to stay completely still. Sam was still gone somewhere, he knew not where, nor did he care as a matter of fact. This was going to Bethe last time Sam left him. This time he would be gone, and stay gone. Ah hell, who was he kidding? He missed the little bastard. But its OK. He'll find his way home. He always does sooner or later. Or at least the closest they have to a home. He inhaled deeply and sighed out loud, causing the ever so slight movement to make the bed squeak once more. He was OK with a little bit of noise, whether from his own exasperated sighs, or from the squeaky bed, or from that annoying as all hell mouse in the wall, it filled the silence. It was too quiet for Dean to sleep half the time,being used to Sam's quiet and loud snoring,shifting volume like a TV set.

He closed his eyes, giving into his loneliness and his utter need just for someone to be there.

"Cass, I'm bored. I know its difficult up there right now, but I need you. Get down here."

His eyes remained closed, forcing him to be able to focus only on the bitter silence that followed his desperate prayer. Well, it didn't sound desperate, but with how Dean felt about Cass, and how much he hated showing it, that was practically begging. A minute later he heard the familiar fluttering of wings, and felt a rush of chilling air caress the side of his face through the darkness. The bed squeaked and Dean opened his eyes, turning his head to the somewhat scrawny figure sitting on the bed next to him, refusing to make eye contact.

"Dean, I'm very busy. What is it that you want now of all times?"

Castiel averted his eyes from the male model of a hunter not because the man wasn't attractive, but purely the opposite. Castiel always had very strange feelings towards this male model of a person, and only just recently realized what it all meant. He was attracted, dare I say aroused, by the sight of him. And now here he was,lying in bed, not a soul other than the two of them in the room. It was like he was trying to bear it all, trying to show himself, trying to tease Cass into grabbing his thick brawny body and doing things no angel would have the guts to even think about.

Dean could tell he was uneasy and asked. "Hey you OK? You seem tense." Dean looked him up and down, noticing the feelings that he himself had known shaking clearly on the Enochian's face.

Cass hated the way he spoke to him. Dean spoke kindly when Castiel should be spoken harshly to, punished even. This thought of course immediately made Castiel wonder what he would have to do to get the human to punish him. He'd like that. Oh, he would really like that. He decided it was worth it.

Castiel took off his trenchcoat, the chosen fashion statement of his vessel, which he hoped and almost wanted to pray would please the human. Dean narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowing and shadowing his face, adding onto the intimidation. "Cass, what're you doing?"

Lust filled his heavenly veins like a strong dose of heroin, as he stretched himself over Dean's body like a predator and planted his lips against the man's. Dean shook with surprise and eagerness as he kissed back, his hand going around and gripping the nape of his neck to pull him closer. Castiel gently bit his lip, letting his teeth drag along the soft felsh before letting it spring back into place.

Dean was thrilled by what Cass was doing. He never thought that he would be so...commanding. So sexy. So incredibly dominant. Dean always did have a guilty pleasure that came out of being submissive. Dean's hands slid down Castiel's bare back, runnignhis hands along the smooth skin and shivering from its touch.