It's on my profile that I will accept challenges, and lo and behold I have been challenged. Written for myers1978. M- Congratulations on giving me the strangest challenge ever.

To anybody reading this, please don't be offended.

Set: I guess, 5th season, but sometime when Castiel begins feeling more human. However, there are no spoilers.

Disclaimer: I do not own them. If I did, the universe would have exploded by now.

An Uncomfortable Situation

Castiel sat very still. He nervously uncrossed his legs, still felt the uncomfortable sensation, and re-crossed his legs. He cleared his throat and looked around the half empty park. Nobody was aware of his less than discrete dilemma.

He'd felt like this, stiff and awkward, ever since he had risen this morning. The solution still escaped him. He was sure mortals had some way of dealing with it, but no one had told him anything.

Suddenly, revelation struck him. Dean. Surely the ornery human charge could tell him something. Anything for relief. He left the park with his head lowered, praying no one looked at him. His instincts led him to the trashiest motel in bit his lip, more nervous by the second. Glancing around the parking lot, he breathed a sigh of relief to see that the Impala was parked. Concentrating on anything but the issue he walked determinedly to their room.

Castiel announced his presence with loud, angry knocks. "What the hell Dean," he heard a grumpy voice moving behind the door. As the locks unlocked the voice swore, "I thought you weren't gonna be back for… oh, hey Cas."

Castiel groaned. He really did not want to admit weakness in front of Sam Winchester. His eyes widened as the feeling he'd been trying to hide suddenly intensified. "Where is Dean?" he asked as causally as he could manage.

Sam swallowed a laugh. He'd been dying to see the angel acting anything other than calm and collected. And here, like Christmas morning, was the present he had wanted. Now if only he could unwrap it…

"Come in, I'm sure he's holed up some where with a girl." Sam looked over his shoulder at the angel. Castiel shut the door behind himself.

Then he just stood there. Shifting his weight from one foot to the next. "Want a drink?" Sam offered a bottle of beer.

Castiel raised an eyebrow. The Winchesters were the best hunters around, and they drank that stuff all the time. It couldn't hurt. He sat next to Sam at the motel table and accepted the drink.

After a long swallow, he coughed. "Interesting stuff."

"So," Sam traced small circles on the counter top, trying to figure out to word his request. "What's up?"

"I have a …problem," Castiel lowered his eyes. He noticed as they wandered what an excellent specimen Sam was. Very well built, muscular, and … What am I thinking? He gasped at his thoughts. His eyes refocused on the brown bottle. Demons must have invented this, he decided firmly. "I thought… he could help."

Sam couldn't contain his mirth anymore. "Yeah, it's really obvious."

Castiel blushed a very faint pink. He asked very softly, "What do I do?"

Sam leaned forward, a whisper a way from his lips. "Let me show you."

Their lips met passionately.

Castiel couldn't deny the feeling of ecstasy that surged through his body. Sam pulled back and touched his shoulder. "Want more?"

Castiel thought for a second. Whatever sense his brain was trying to make, his body was desperately arguing back for him to give into his own urges. Sam got up and walked over to the bedroom. Castiel watched him slowly un-button his shirt.

He made his decision.

In years of watching humanity, he'd learned one lesson: There are some things you just have to learn from personal experience.

He joined Sam in the bedroom.

~the end~

...awkward....