"So… A shared room, huh?" Dean smirked as Castiel sat on the bed in their new room in the TARDIS. The one bed the hunter had subtly requested for. The Doctor had raised an eyebrow, but Captain Jack had been on their side.
"Go for it, tiger", he'd advised with a wink, making Dean grin and feel slightly awkward. Just like Castiel now. "Yes, that's what we wanted, wasn't it?"
Dean moved to the bed next to his angel, smiling and examining his eyes. His beautiful, icy blue eyes. Though he'd never admit it, Dean was mesmerized by them constantly. It was like they were expressive and mysterious at the same time. Right now, he wanted them closed, though. Eyes closed, coat on the floor and lips slightly parted in a moan, that's what the hunter had in mind as he closed the gap between him and Castiel and started kissing the angel.
Castiel did close his eyes, right before he slipped his tongue in Dean's mouth. Dean moaned lightly against Castiel's lips, running his fingers through his messy, dark hair.
Just as he was lowering his hands to remove Castiel's trench coat, they were interrupted by a cough. The two men detangled themselves from each other and turned to face a very, very uncomfortable looking John Watson.
"Right", John started. "I was just going to inform you that Rose made tea and lunch. Feel free to join us as soon as you're… finished." He nodded his head and turned around, escaping back to the hallway.
Dean huffed. "Damn brits, always with the tea", he muttered, glancing down at him and Castiel. The angel smiled.
"Maybe we should take a moment before we eat?" he suggested.
"Yeah, I like that idea", Dean agreed, leaning back to pick up where he'd left off.