"Ngh…" Castiel's muffled noises escaped him in puffs.
"You can scream if you want to," Dean laughed between rapid breaths. Sweat trickled down his chin and fell onto the pulsing muscles of his chest. Every piece of Dean's body worked as his hips surged in and out of the angel.
"Am I supposed to scream?" Even though Dean's eyes were locked to the back of Cas's head he could still picture clearly the look on his companion's face. Laughing was becoming difficult to do so instead of bantering further, Dean sunk his teeth into Cas's neck.
The angel did scream then. The piercing sound surged like lightening through Dean's cock and the form twitched inside of its victim. The eldest Winchester brother shuddered, struck forward with one final thrust, and emptied into the whimpering creature below.
"God damn," Dean sighed happily as he pulled himself free from Castiel. Before the angel could chide him the door to the hotel swung open.
"Dean!" Sam shouted in shock.
Dean opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out.
"Dean!" Sam repeated, this time sounding more frustrated than shocked.
Just as he was about to explain himself, realization struck Dean like a bullet to the head, "Oh, shit."
"Dean!" Sam tried again and finally sighed with relief as his brother's eyes reluctantly slid open. The older man whimpered, feeling foolish as his sleep worn eyes adjusted to the room. "I thought you'd sleep all day. Come on, we've got demon's to hunt, people to save, breakfast burritos to purchase."
"I'm calling in sick," Dean mumbled and cringed as he felt the moisture slide down his leg. 'What am I, thirteen?'
"No chance. Get up it's already noon."
"Fine, fine." Dean agreed, but didn't move.
"Great," Sam turned and began collecting his essentials for the day. Dean used the opportunity to slink out of the bed. "Oh, and Dean?"
"Yeah," Dean said as he moved toward the bathroom.
"How old are you again?" Sam couldn't help but laugh.
"Shut up."