"Dean, what have you done?" Cas mumbled, fingers fumbling over the blood soaked buttons on Dean's tattered shirt. Dean lay bleeding profusely from his chest, his hair was caked with dried mud and stuck around his head in a sort of dirt halo.

"Cas, I'm fine! Stop unbuttoning my shirt!" He grumbled, glancing away from the angels face, trying to regain his composure.

"No you're not, just let me help you." Cas insisted. As he finally got the last button, Cas pressed his open palm onto Dean's heart. Dean slightly recoiled from his touch and let out a hiss of air. After a flash of gold light, Cas removes his hand and Dean inspects his chest.

"I was going to be fine, you know."

"A thank you would suffice" Cas went over and sat on the ground while Dean collected his weapons which were scattered over the floor.

Dean wiped the blood off his machete, put it away, and looked over at Cas who was sitting on the ground, mindlessly drawing in the dirt with his fingers.

With Sam in hell, Cas was the only back up he had. So when he heard about a nest not to far away, he called Cas up. They were out hunting a vampire when one jumped Dean and got at his chest, after a struggle on the ground, Dean managed to cut its head off.

"Do you still need me? I have important business to do for heaven." Cas breathed out, seeming slightly annoyed

"Well who shoved a stick up your ass?" Dean retorted

"Dean there is no stick in my body cavity, so can I go?"

"Geez Cas, take a joke, I just need some help back at the motel then you can get your feathery ass out and do what ever those winged dicks need." and with that Dean slung his bag over his shoulder and walked over to the door.

The compound the vamps were holed out in was just outside of town. Dean had caught wind of it when Bobby pinned it on the map as a vamp hotspot. After Bobby got slammed with another case, Cas was the only other help he had.

The door of the Impala creaked and Dean slid into the front seat. He dragged his hand across the steering wheel, feeling the bumps and cuts. Cas appears in the seat next to Dean, making him jump slightly.

"God damn it Cas, ever tried walking?"

"I'm sorry Dean, you seemed in a hurry." Dean slides his eyes back to the road, feeling Cas' stare pricking his neck. Dean rolls down the window, trying to escape the tension in the car.

The Impala's lights shine on the motel room's wall, Cas disappears out of the car and into the room.

"Thanks for the help Cas." Dean huffed out. He circles around to the back of the car, grabs his pack, and then grumbles back to the room.

"You could have a least helped grab something out of the back."

"Why didn't you ask for help?"

"Well maybe I would have if you didn't zap out of the car as soon as we got into the damn parking lot."

"Oh…ok then."

"You can at least grab this pack so I can get something in order."

Cas then slides his hand under the strap of the pack, grazing Dean's shoulder. Dean tenses at the angels touch, feeling the same tension he felt in the car. He turns away from him, feeling a rush of blood. Dean turns to go into the bathroom, needing to get away from this…this…feeling. He slams the door shut, slightly pale. Looking in the mirror, Dean grips the sides of the sink, staring deep into the stranger on the other side of the polished glass.

"This is not ok. No, I'm not…I'm not… I can't be…Cas and me? Not possible! Dean, get it together." The faucet runs and he splashed the cold water onto his face, trying to get back into reality. He shakes his head, not getting the effect he wanted. His shirt and jeans hit the floor and he turned the shower on ice cold. One foot after the other goes in. He felt the small icy rivers go down his body, trying to force himself to calm down. Just that one touch and he was rock hard.

"Dean are you ok?" Cas coolly said, after seeing Dean react so violently to his touch, he was curious as to what was happening.

"Uh yeah I'm...uh fine."

"Dean I can hear the apprehension in your voice, what is wrong"

"I ...uh" Dean slowly opens the door, water dripping down his face, slowly caressing down his neck, venturing down his chest and soaking into the towel around his waist. He grabs onto the door frame, trying to ground himself in his confusion. Cas takes a half step back, watching the water make trails down his skin.

"I… I think I love you." Dean shamefully turned his eyes down. Cas removed his hands from his coat pockets, he tilted his head, brows furrowed.

"I don't think I understand, you say you love me?"

"Ok Cas, you don't need to be so innocent. Yes, I said I love you, what don't you understand?"

"No, I don't understand what I'm feeling right now, but I know what you are thinking is deeply forbidden. I don't know what to do about this." Cas said, motioning down to his pants, which had grown taut watching Dean's dripping body.

"Damn it Cas, I guess you feel the same." Dean hissed out, and took over the angel, pushing him backwards and hitting the coffee table. Cas' eyes widened, half from fear and half from excitement. Dean's lips hungrily ate at the angels neck, feeling that same rush as earlier, only stronger now, more aching. As Dean grew more forceful, the angel was left between Dean, and the motel wall. Cas turned his head up and away, making Dean pull back.

"Stop fighting it Cas." Dean curtly growled, attacking the jaw of the angel, grinding his waist into him.

Cas pushed Dean back, eying him like he was a wolf that was attacking him.

"No Dean! This isn't right!"

"Oh come on Cas, look at yourself! Your whole body is aching for it!"

He recoiled a bit, taken aback that Dean could ever say that a holy being like himself could succumb to something as primal as sexual desire. There was an itch at the back of his brain egging him on, that just once wouldn't hurt.

No! I am an angel of the lord! Cas said internally, righting himself. But that itch in the back of his mind kept pushing him, and the more he watched Deans body react to his, he couldn't deny the pain he felt in his groin.

Dean moved back in, slower this time, his lips tracing the outline of the angel's throat, his fingers undoing his tie. Cas didn't turn away this time, instead watching this human work down his chest. When the shirt was undone, Dean pulled the coat and shirt off his back, leaving him in just his pants, which he was rock hard in. Cas looked down at himself, and then back at Dean who was drawing circles on his stomach. Cas felt a new emotion surge through his body. At first he couldn't recognize it, it felt like longing and excitement, which then he realized it was pleasure. It was not an angels place to feel pleasure, it was a human feeling. But something about this human felt just so …. erotic?

Dean anxiously undid the angel's trousers, and slid them onto the floor. He had never seen Cas naked before, and he was a sight to be seen. His body had no scars or blemishes and was nicely toned. Cas turned down and looked at Dean who was one stop short of gawking. He looked up at the angel, who obviously had no idea what to do. Dean stood up and planted his lips right on his mouth. He followed what Dean was doing and he could feel every piece of Dean growing hotter. There was a jab in his stomach and he looked down, confused at why Dean would poke him in such an odd place. Dean noticed Cas looking down at his body, pulled him by the shoulders and onto the bed.

"Just do what I say..." Dean huffed out, positioning him onto the bed. He slid himself in Cas, and heard the angel let out a slight groan. He grabbed his hips and began a slow, and forceful rocking motion. Cas' head was rushed with so many forbidden chemicals, feeling the pleasure of Dean inside of him, of being dominated be some animal whose kind he had watched over for years. Never did he ever think he would be in a situation like this, in a submissive position to an inferior being.

"Don't….Stop…" Cas whined between thrusts. Dean was so close, he could feel the pleasure growing, almost overflowing the gates.

"I…I'm..!" Dean breathed into Cas as in one final thrust, came into the angel, the most intense feeling of pleasure washing over his body. He pulled out and they just lay on their sides, breathing hard in the quiet night. Cas was overwhelmed with mixed feelings of pleasure and shame. While Dean fell asleep that night with his arm over Cas' waist, Cas flew off, terrified of what the other angels would do to him if they ever found out he had fallen to such primal desires.

Dean woke alone that morning, in the nude and disgustingly sticky. He showered and dressed, and called for Cas. After a few minutes, Cas appeared, still unclothed.

"Damn it Cas! Get dressed." Dean snapped. Freaking angels, they can't just walk around with everything all hanging out. He tossed Cas his shirt and pants which were crumpled in a ball where it was discarded yesterday.

After he had dressed, Cas looked over to Dean, looking ashamed but still riding on last night's high.

"I have to go." And with that Cas disappeared, leaving Dean to clean up the mess they left.

"Son of a bitch!"