Disclaimer: The characters, plot, and general amazingness does not belong to me :-/
A/N: Sooo…this is my first fanfic so please be gentle with me. This story will only be two chapters and the second will be rated M….very M :-) Review and let me know how you feel about it or give me pointers and tell me why it sucks ass. OK! Well on with the (eventual) sexy times!
Warnings for this chapter: none
Spoilers: none; pretty much just an excuse for man on man porn (like I need an excuse)
Dean glared at his brother, his eyes narrowed in what he thought was a dangerous manner.
"I am not sharing a bed with you", he growled. Sam stared at him, his brow rising in disbelief and put on his best 'bitch face'.
"You do realize we bleed and sweat and…ooze on one another on pretty much a daily basis, right? But you have a problem sleeping in the same bed as me?", his voice simultaneously amused and irritated.
He couldn't understand his brother's mind at times. Dean simply stared at him and even in his half dead, exhausted state he could see that his brother would not be budging. He looked quickly around the room and seeing no couch, he snarled quietly, and snagging Robert Craig's credit card, headed out to the reception area to rent another room for the night, all the while cursing Dean's very existence.
"Bitch!" Dean called out, hearing "Jerk!" before the door closed.
Dean grinned, tugging his filthy, ripped shirt over his head. Tossing the garment aside he proceeded to the small bathroom pulling the equally soiled jeans down his hips, stepping out of them and turning the shower to its highest setting. He groaned softly as the heat worked out the soreness of his muscles, leaning back against the wall he let his body relax, rubbing a soap slicked hand over a particularly nasty bruise on his ribcage.
The shape shifter they fought had been particularly nasty; clever and strong. Dean had felt nothing but satisfaction as he shoved the silver knife in the creature. Pushing the thoughts away he finished washing himself, wanting nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep for a week. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself in the predictably scratchy motel towel, and walked into the main room.
He was about to drop the towel when he noticed he was not alone.
"Cas!", he yelped in surprise yanking the falling towel into place. The angel looked at him in that calm way of his, not seeming to notice Dean's discomfort when the blue eyes slid down the length of his body. When his straying eyes got back to Dean's face he cocked his head and took several steps forward, until he was only about a foot away from the wary hunter. His own eyes widened suddenly when the angel lifted his arm and gently cupped his cheek.
"W-what are you doing?" His voice was uncertain. Was this some type of angel mojo thing?
"You cheeks were red", Cas replied matter-of-factly.
"So?"
"I wanted to see if they were actually hot", still that calm voice.
"Okaaaayyy… remember that conversation about personal space?"
Castiel just looked at him, making no move to step away. When Dean made to backup, the angel took the step with him, meeting his eyes as the hand on his check slipped to the damp skin of his chest.
"I am an angel, Dean"
"Yeh, I know. What with the flying and the smiting and what not." He tried to back up once again but found the wall at his back. He suddenly wished Sam was there, a buffer between him and Castiel's sudden intensity.
"I am an angel….and as such I am bound to speak the truth…", his blue eyes dropped from Dean's, staring at the contrast of his pale hand against the still flushed skin of the hunter's smooth chest. Dean had the sudden itch to lift the angel's eyes back to his, but resisted the strange urge, frowning at the 'man' in front of him.
"Are you all right man? You're actin' weird." Cas made a frustrated sound, realizing he wasn't expressing himself well to the human. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves this body inexplicably had.
"I am bound to tell the truth….", Dean sighed irritably at the repetition but the angel continued, "…and find myself very…I-I…I like you…and wish to express my…affection…towards you", the angel seemed pleased with himself after his stuttering speech and looked back to Dean's face in triumph. He just stared blankly, unsure how to reply.
"I like you too Cas...when you're not pinning me against the wall anyway" he said dryly.
"So you will accept my gratitude?" he asked looking nervous and excited. The hunter wasn't used to such emotions from him; he found his heart beating a bit harder at the spark in those blue eyes. He nodded uncertainly. The angel's eyes blazed even brighter, beautiful and shining, Dean's breath hitched in his chest at the sight and the pit of his stomach clenched in a way he'd only ever felt with a woman in his bed. Then that face was coming closer and he didn't move away –couldn't- move away, even if he wanted to and at that moment he really didn't, not with those full pink lips just a hairs breath away from his own lightly parted ones. But Castiel's lips stopped there and Dean nearly groaned when he came no closer.
"Are you sure you want this?", his voice wasn't so calm now, Dean was glad to note.
"…no…", his vision was filled with Cas and he clearly saw the angel frown and had a moment of fear that he would pull away, but a moment later his brow smoothed and a small smile quirked his lips.
"Then I will just have to convince you."