Chapter 1
There was no point in Castiel arguing with himself, he couldn't help it. After these past few weeks without seeing Dean at all, he felt a sense of an ever growing emptiness, and this had been getting gradually stronger the further away he was from him, and Castiel knew this longing was inevitable and uncontrollable.
It came to the point where he wanted to see Dean so badly it hurt, he was hurting deep inside, so intensely that this strange craving had made him lure himself to Dean, and before his pondering, confused thoughts of turning away from where he stood, which was currently outside the bathroom located in the scruffy hotel Dean was staying at. The sound of the shower through the opal tinted, tacky hotel door, gradually lowered and halted to a an almost silent trickle.
Panicked, Castiel gasped in alarm; scanning the unkempt room of which was temporarily Dean's with his hypnotic blue eyes, feeling stupid, he hid; taking refuge on the far side of the hotel room and stood in the cluttered wardrobe, feeling cramped and confined; not finding this remotely amusing in the slightest.
He started to pant frantically at the possibility of being seen or heard, but perhaps the image of Dean emerging from a hot shower flustered the fallen angel causing him to pant, after all, he was known for being curious and these thoughts where bound to have entered his mind at some point, seeing as this man was now the one and only thing that he could think about, and it had always been the highlight of his day dreams since the day they met.
"Hello?..." Dean said sternly in his strong, assertive, manly voice, causing Castiel to tremble slightly at the sound, knowing he must of heard him run off and was now aware that someone was in the room with him, or in Dean's experience "something" rather than someone.
As an awkward silence followed, Castiel cautiously tried not to make any sudden movements, even though deep down a part of him wanted to be found, especially if Dean was only wearing a loose towel; this pleased Castiel a little too much, as images started to appear in his mind, he knew he shouldn't feel this way towards Dean, but he couldn't control himself; it may of been portrayed as a sin to think of someone in such a manner; an image of Dean's exposed,perfectly toned, muscular body just absorbed his head with pure need; his desire for Dean was far from controllable; it was animalistic and ready to burst.
"Meh, nothing here... I guess?" Dean questioned sarcastically, causing Castiel's breathing to become increasingly lower and frantic, filling the wardrobe with his warm, lustful breath. He knew Dean wouldn't let this go, he would search out the entire hotel until he was satisfied, until he would eventually find the very aroused angel which Castiel guiltily accepted he was.