A/N: Hey guys! I'm back finally! Doubt anyone noticed I was gone, actually. Oh well. Thought I would try something new, so hopefully y'all like it. If not, well… Don't read it again. Over on AO3, I'm working on a collection of fics kinda like this. Hit me up with any suggestions. As always, please enjoy. Special thanks to my beta, Heart SNS, for being such a great help. Couldn't do it without 'em. On the 23rd, I'll be posting the second chapter. Mark the day on your calendar!

The soft slapping sound of skin on skin coupled with the creaking of the bed frame filled the room, merely background noises to the pair causing them. Wanton moans broke through sporadically- quiet, lust-filled gasps and grunts that shot straight to Dean's core. A hand with short, blunt nails that had previously been gripping tightly onto the wrinkled, cream colored sheets pulled him down by the back of his neck for a kiss. Dean obliged, teeth clacking uncomfortably. Slightly chapped lips trailed nips and gentle bites across his jaw up to his ear. Ragged breaths and whispered words of encouragement that sounded like the ramblings of the insane spurred him on; thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

Dean couldn't hold back anymore. His willpower was unable to withstand the intoxicatingly silky heat. His sure, steady strokes became jerky, erratic. The male below Dean moaned louder, expressing delight as Dean wrapped a hot palm around his member and began moving in an attempt to push him over the edge. Dean's hand became slick with the man's precum, allowing him to slide up and down at the exact speed the dark haired beauty needed. Keening, he tightened around Dean as a suffocating sheath and making the blonde see stars. Dean was dimly aware of the splashing of the man's cum against his chest- he momentarily marveled at the strength of the orgasm that must've racked that gorgeous body- as the heat pooling in his stomach released the pressure that had been building, building, building.

Dean's brain clocked out the second he came, barely noting his own shout of pleasure

"It was the heat of the moment…"

Dean woke with a start, head pounding. Though he loved Asia, the radio was so loud. Grumbling something about "goddamn radio stations playing music so freaking early", Dean started to sit up to not-so-gently bitch slap his alarm to the next dimension, but was stopped by a sudden realization that his pajama pants were sticking more than usual.

"Shit."

"Telling you what your heart meant…."

"Shit, shit, shit!" The dream came back to him in a rush; the sounds, the feelings, the emotions involved. Dean groaned, head in hands.

"It was the heat of the moment…"

Dean's thoughts flitted between how he's gonna clean this up before Sam saw it and where he's going to find a samurai to walk him through the steps of seppuku.

'Shone in your eyes…"

Dean punched the "off" button, irritation flowing through him. Sure it had been a while since he banged a chick, but he was not some pubescent boy! His brain must be confused. Dean let his mind drift as he repeated a mundane task he had not completed since turning seventeen. He changed his pants, cleaned himself- definitely not scolding his junk for getting carried away- and stripped the bed. He was nearly done, leaving the laundry closet with a new set of sheets tucked under one arm, when he noticed Sam sitting at the small dining table in the "kitchen".

Damn motels and their lack of proper cooking equipment… At least this one has a microwave and a mini fridge.

Dean held his head up high as he passed the other Winchester, false bravado and slight panic pouring off of him. Sam looked up from his laptop, locked eyes with him, instantly donned an ill-conceived smirk.

"Morning." Sam chirped with a little, dorky wave and went back to his research. "How's Cas?" He took a sip of his fancy latte- one of his rare sugary indulgences- and almost spit it out at the look of befuddlement on Dean's face.

"What? How would I know? I haven't seen him since- what the hell are you laughing at?!" Sam's chuckling was starting to seem like an insult.

"Oh Cas, you feel so good! I fucking love you! Cas, I'm gonna cum! CAAAAAA-" Sam burst into laughter, unable to continue mocking his older sibling.

Dean's face turned cherry red, utterly horrified. "S-shut up!" He shouted. "It was a dream!" Sam's shit-eating grin widened.

"You- you hahahahahad a wehehet dream about Stohohohohone Face Mcgehehehehe?! Oh my gohohohod!" Sam doubled over, giggling harder than he thought possible.. Dean smacked him with the sheets, mumbling under his breath and walking back to his room to remake the bed.

Dean totally didn't slam the door and flop onto the bed, pouting like a child. That would be weird, considering he's a middle aged, very attractive hunter who takes shit from no-one.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't embarrassed by Sam's words- ahem, technically Dean's words. He buried his face in the sheets, shame filling him. Did he have a crush on Castiel, angel of the Lord, soldier of Heaven, smiter of all things smiteable? There's no way! How could anyone be attracted to a brick wall, even if said wall had adorably messy sex hair, clear blue eyes that rivaled the intensity of the sun, full lips in a permanent pout, those thighs that had just the right amount of definition…

God damn it.

No no no no no! NO!

He couldn't! No! Cas?!

Dean sighed, forcing himself to relax. "It's a crush, not the end of the world." He said aloud, the muffled words doing zero help. "And there are worse things to fall in love with than an angel." A knock at the door interrupted his reasoning. "What, you want to make fun of me again?"

The door opens to reveal the moose of a man with a half smile. "Can't promise I won't, but I'll try not to. Can I come in?" A grunt from Dean told Sam to tread lightly. The younger sat on the corner of the bed, listening to Dean's gentle breathing. He almost felt bad for making Dean upset, but come on! He's been watching Cas undress his brother with his eyes for long enough, the least they could do is get together.

"Dean?"

"Mm?"

"Are you gay?" Sam exhaled a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Uhunnuh." Dean sighed, pushing himself up and turning over, sheets forgotten. He leaned back against the pillows. "How do you even figure this out?"

"Figure what out?"

"If you're gay! I like chicks, man, boobs are fantastic. I've never even thought about being attracted to guys, but maybe- maybe…" Dean trailed off.

"Hey, it's okay. Maybe you're bi. Either way, it's okay. Nobody's gonna judge you for it." Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. Dean flinched. Sam winced. "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Call Cas. You should talk to him. I'll make myself scarce; grab some food, go to the movies." Sam smirked. "Never thought I'd say this to anyone- let alone my brother- but if the angel isn't walking bowlegged when I get back, I'm gonna be disappointed in you."

Dean choked. "I'm not- I can't-" Sam dissolved into laughter. Dean punched him in the arm, seething under his breath. "Shut the fuck up. And you wonder why I don't tell you things."

"Aww, don't be like that!" Sam leaned over and hugged him, ruffling his hair. Dean's face returned to its previous violently rose color. "I'm serious though. Call him." Sam stands, giving a dorky wave, and leaves with the door still open. The front door squeaked a few moments later, followed by the quiet purring of Baby as she took him away.

Dean reclined, not yet sure if he wanted to follow Sam's advice. What if Cas thought he was disgusting? He may be learning more about social cues and what not to say while in a strip club, but homosexuality hasn't been covered yet (at least by the Winchesters). What if Cas never spoke to him again- or worse, laughed at him?! What if-

An omen passed through Dean. Something's coming. Every hair stood straight, every nerve crackled with electricity. A loud flapping echoed in the tiny "living room" outside the bedroom door and even though Dean couldn't see who- or what- it was, he could only think one thing:

Damn it, Sammy.