Dean stood awkwardly in the chaps. They felt weird around his ass. "Stop playing with it Dean!" Sam crossed the room and chided Dean. He growled but said nothing. They stood, a cowboy and a…
…hmmm.
He was wearing all cream, pale pants and a wrap-around top. His hair had a braid clipped in on one side. Dean couldn't actually tell who he was supposed to be. He felt like he should, however.
"Sam, what are you supposed to be?" Sam peered through his fringe, past the braid. The look was incredulous.
"Seriously Dean? A Jedi Knight. I'm Anakin Skywalker, pre-Darth Vader." He turned, to show the tiny lightsaber strapped to his waist. Dean laughed. It was sad how much that kinda suited him. Sam rolled his eyes. "I'll wait in the car." The door closed behind him softly.
Dean tapped his foot, waiting for the angel to finish in the bathroom. The brothers thought it would be funny to dress him up as a priest. The door opened, and Cas stepped out, clearly uncomfortable.
Dean's jaw hit the floor.
Castiel stood in his black pants and dress shirt, the white collar stark against the darkness. It looked good on him, the white on black. Like his pale skin against his dark hair. He grimaced at Dean, clearly trying to please someone. Dean just smirked, and waved him out.
"C'mon man, time to get some candy."
Sam bounced like a small child, waving to everyone. He grinned when he got candy from strangers. 'Cause we're normal… Cas looked uncomfortable, clearly trying to play the part. He would clasp his hands and bow to people, tight-lipped smile plastered on his face.
Dean fell into step beside him, and whispered in his ear. "You look constipated. Relax. You're supposed to have fun."
"I can think of better ways to enjoy myself, without dressing up like a holy man." Dean rolled his eyes. This should be good.
"Such as, Cas? Something better than candy?" The angel turned slowly, facing Dean. A small blush crept across Cas' face. His hand reached out slowly, clasping on Dean's shoulder.
"Would you like to find out?" The look that bled into Castiel's eyes made Dean go numb. He had never seen anything like it. The angel's eyes were blown black, the blue peeking around the edges. Red-stained cheeks, pink, pert lips, parted slightly. Dean could see the lust drippingout of Cas' eyes.
Dean's breath hitched in his throat. He coughed, cleared his throat, and turned to Sam.
"Uh, dude. You go on ahead. Cas isn't having any fun, and I'm not either. Take your time, get the ladies!" Sam just shrugged and continued walking.
The two men practically ran to the car.
The motel room burst open. Sweaty, heavy kissing. Arms wrapped around waists, wrapped around each other. Collisions of skin on skin as clothes are stripped, leaving a blurred line between angel and man.
They fall against the bed.
Dean lands on top of Cas. They are shirtless, sweating and panting. Dean's chaps are skewed, Cas' collar still attached.
Green meets blue.
Lips meet lips.
Skin on skin.
Pants, boxers, all gone.
More blurring.
The union of souls.
The union of bodies.
Cas lights up like a Christmas tree.
Dean can see through his eyelids, the way Cas really appears in Heaven, the image seared into his brain.
His eyes remain intact, closed against the brightness.
Souls soar. Hearts beat. Lungs breathe.
They join in release.
Collapse, retreat, sleep.
Dean lies half naked on his side, arm and leg draped over Cas' small frame. A blanket covers them both.
Cas has put an old ratty shirt on, and some boxers. He gives Dean trunks to wear.
The door opens quietly. The angel pretends to sleep.
"Awww." Sam smirks, and pulls out his phone. Cas opens one eye, making contact with Sam's.
The man stalls, stutters, and puts it away. The angel smiles.
Sam is settled in, breathing deeply in his sleep.
Cas retreats into his lover's dream, content to rest.