'Dean.' Dean jumped up at the sound of his name coming from the angel's mouth, who had appeared behind him.

'Jesus Cas, why do you always feel like giving me a heart attack.'

Castiel titled his head slightly, 'I do not believe- I- Your heart seems fine?' He asked, confused with Dean's statement.

'It's an expression, why are you here?'

'I spoke with Sam earlier.'

Dean held his hands up next to his chest, 'And?'

'And he told me to tell you something. He told me to tell you, get the hell out of the closet and just stick it up the angel's ass. I am not sure as to what this means, because it doesn't appear you are stuck in a closet? Also what does he wish for you to stick up my-' before Cas could finish Dean had his hand clasped over his mouth. He tried to peel Dean's hands away so he could finish his sentence but Dean wouldn't budge.

'Okay, one, those are both also expressions, two, I am not sticking anything up your ass.' His face had flushed a furious red since Cas started talking and his eyes were looking everywhere but Cas' face. He pulled his hand back.

'But Sam said it was urgent, although now you're acting as if it weren't.' Castiel asked in confusion, his head tilting again.

'That's because Sam doesn't have a clue about what is and what isn't urgent.' Dean snapped, he was annoyed, because what was Sam thinking. He wasn't gay and certainly not for Cas, right?

'Dean. I still do not understand, please do explain to me.'

'No Cas.' He stated, but when he turned around and saw Cas giving him the confused puppy eyes he sighed deeply. 'Sam thinks I, you know, like you.' If his flush would have disappeared, it would have now come back full force.

He jumped up when he felt a hand pinching his ass. 'CAS!' he shrieked, he hadn't seen the angel standing behind him. Dean whipped around. 'What the hell-' then it struck him, 'Sam told you to do that didn't he?' he then sighed, already knowing the answer.

'He might have suggested it to me.'

'What did he, so nicely, suggest you more to do.'

Cas thought about it for a moment, 'He also suggested me kissing you, slapping your rear, which I still don't understand, pressing myself up against you and biting your neck.'

Dean stared with wide eyes, 'And you were willing to do those things to me?'

'Well since the pizza man also seemed to perform actions of such nature to the babysitter, whom he loved, it seemed very much fitting.'

Dean swallowed hard. Did Cas just say, that he wanted to do… No of course he didn't mean that, he didn't know what he meant, he was an angel after all.

'I was very aware of what I meant, Dean.' Cas then spoke up and Dean realised he had read his thoughts. The angel was slightly fiddling with his trenchcoat, seeming nervous.

'Cas? Cas, what is this.'

The angel shifted a little, but then took a full step forward, invading Dean's personal space. They were really close now, their chests only mere inches apart. If one of them were to lean forward, they would be touching, and not just with their chests.

Dean was breathing hard, but kept his eyes locked on Cas'. Then Cas closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together tentatively, their noses brushing, until Cas tilted his head.

Dean felt a shiver run down his spine and closed his eyes, Cas following him suit. Slowly he started moving his lips against Cas', surprised by himself for not breaking away immediately. Maybe he was gay? Maybe he didn't care so much anymore, because Castiel's lips were rough but so soft and they fit perfectly against his.

He sighed and deepened the kiss more, Cas responding happily and moving along. Dean took Cas' hands and laid them around his neck, quickly one hand found its way to the hair at the base of his neck, the other holding onto his neck. His own hands he let rest on Cas' hips under his waistcoat.

And that's how they stood for a while, just tasting each other, enjoying how it felt. Little did they know Sam peeked through the window, a proud smile crossing his face when he saw his big brother had finally accepted his feelings. 'Good for you, Dean.' He muttered and quickly went back to his own motel room.

After what felt like ages, the angel and the hunter finally broke apart, resting their foreheads together and just drinking in each other's presence.

'Dean?'

'Yeah Cas?'

'I would very much love to do that again.'

'Then let's do it again.'