He tilted the angel's chin up, eyes roaming over the chiseled and angelic features, studying them with serious green eyes, feeling a small tremble in the other. His calloused hands gently slid to cup Castiel's cheeks, cradling his face as the thumb of his left hand massaging calming little circles into the smooth unblemished skin of the angel, his eyes flickering down to the angel's lips.
"Cas..."
He murmured, voice low and wanting as he bowed his head, the skin along his nose skimming the others as he pressed their lips together, the angel's lips soft and pliant against his as he tried to coax him into the gentle kiss, hearing a small hitch in the breathing of Castiel that made his blood rush as he pulled the angel close, arms wrapping around his waist and resting on the small of his back. His fingers were splayed underneath the hem of the fabric, ghosting across the back dimples he knew resided there, having been the victim of their endless taunting every time he caught sight of them.
He could feel Castiel's soft hands scrambling for purchase as he slid his tongue along the angel's lower lip, allowing it to slide into the other's mouth as he brushed it along the angel's tongue, letting out a low moan as electricity shot through his body, a tingling sensation bursting out from his stomach as Castiel's hands slid through his hair, pulling gently as the angel nipped at his bottom lip, giving a teasing pull that made Dean shudder.
Dean let out a possessive growl, a low rumbling deep in his throat as he kissed along the defined rise of Cas' jaw line, nipping and kissing at the tender skin as red marks blossomed across the expanse of pale skin, teeth grazing the side of his neck as warm breath fanned over it, earning a small keening noise from the other. He felt Castiel's hands slid down, frantically balling themselves into the fabric of his shirt as he ripped away the thin layer hiding Dean's body before his hands roamed across his muscles, tracing the chiseled muscles that shuddered and flexed under his restless touch.
Dean jolted upright, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, body tangled in the sheets as he tried to control his breathing. He ran one hand through his light brown hair, eyes darting around wildly, furrowing his brow as he saw Sam's empty bed. He yawned, stretching his arms above his head as he heard the satisfying sound of his back cracking, sliding his legs to the side of the bed and stepping off. He was clad in only loose black boxers and he softly hummed the lyrics to an ACDC song under his breath as he pulled on a white tshirt, shuffling to the fridge and pulling out a beer.
This was the fourth time this week he'd had the same dream and he was mildly humiliated to say the least that he was thinking about Cas this way, and the fact that every time he saw Cas, the dream was pushing at the back of his mind, wanting to explode into reality and Dean did his best to control himself. He looked down at his morning wood with a groan, searching the fridge for for and finding none, although he did find a note from Sam saying he'd gone to get break fast.
He finished his beer, lazily dropping it on the counter as he stripped down, turning the shower to hot and waiting a few minutes before languidly stepping in, letting out an undignified screech as cold water poured over him, flailing and wind milling his arms as he fell into the shower curtain, toppling out of the shower and onto the ground, groaning as he held his nose.
Fuck, it was going to be a long day.