Dean and Sam were on a case that required them to hike into the backwoods of a dense forest in South Dakota. They were setting up camp in the place where the monster had last been spotted. When they finished, Dean ditched Sam with his books and walked back to a meadow they'd passed not long ago. There was no rush to hunt, since this creature only came out at night.
The meadow was large and carpeted in multiple colors of pansies, including yellow, red, gold, pink, orange, and purple. Dean walked toward the center, and then laid down on the ground. He shut his eyes, and said aloud,
"Castiel. It's Dean. Get your feathery ass down here."
There was a fluttering of wings, and then Cas's voice said, "Hello, Dean."
"Take a seat." Dean said, opening one eye and patting the open spot next to him.
"Did you need something?" Cas asked, sitting down next to Dean so that he was facing the hunter's side.
"No." Dean said. In his head, however, he thought, I needed to see you.
"Where's Sam?"
"Camping."
"What is 'camping'?"
"Where you build a fort in the woods and spend the night in it for fun."
"Interesting."
They were silent for a few minutes, and then Dean sat up and looked at Cas with a soft smile and mischievous look in his eyes.
"Cas, I gotta tell you a secret." Dean said, beckoning for Cas to lean closer. Cas obliged, and instead of telling him something, Dean planted a light kiss on the angel's lips. Cas blinked, and Dean blushed slightly.
"I don't understand." Cas said, and Dean chuckled.
"Good." And kissed the angel again.
This time he put his hand on the back of Cas's head and pulled him closer. Cas kissed him back, and it was the angel who pushed his tongue against Dean's lips and asked for entrance. Dean opened his mouth, and while still kissing Cas, moved so that he was straddling him and then pushed him down onto the grass and flowers. They locked hands, and Cas started moaning as Dean rocked his hips against Cas's body.
Dean unhooked his right hand, and began undoing the buttons on Cas's shirt. The angel put his right hand on Dean's shoulder, in the exact position of the hand print that was seared onto the hunter's skin, and held onto him. Dean traced his fingers across Cas's bare chest, amazed at how soft his skin was. Cas felt Dean's fingers as patterns of heat, leaving behind a new sensation everywhere they moved. Dean's lips traveled from Cas's mouth, down his neck, where he nipped at his collar bone. Cas squeaked the first time, but after that he continued moaning at all of the new sensations. As he'd told Dean once before, he'd never had the opportunity for something like this.
Suddenly there was a loud animal screech, making Dean jump to a crouching position. Cas sat up at the same time, and they both looked in the direction of the sound.
"It's not from camp." Dean said, relieved that it wasn't Sam. He reached for the gun he'd brought and held it, ready to shoot.
"Dean, I should go." Cas said, realizing the hunter was on a job. Dean nodded, and with a rush of wings, Cas was gone.
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