It was the middle of the night, and Dean Winchester was having tremendous difficulty getting to sleep. The reason for this being that Castiel Novak was sleeping directly next to where he lay, in an old motel bed. Dean knew that he and Cas has hidden feelings for each other, but voicing them would take balls he didn't have. Thirty minutes of the torture that was Cas moaning in his sleep later, and Dean felt an arm drape around his waist. He tried to shift it, but the male beside him had a vice-like grip on him. Eventually, he gave up and decided that Cas wouldn't even remember in the morning, so there was really no reason why he shouldn't be able to enjoy himself for just this one night. He found himself pushing into the boy's hold without even thinking about it, blushing like a girl at how much he was actually enjoying being held by him. Sighing happily, Dean was finally able to be encompassed by sleep.
The next morning he woke to the smell of bacon cooking, and his mouth started to water of its own accord. Knowing that Sam was staying at Bobby's to research, he worked out that it must be Cas in the kitchenette. Dean thought about what happened last night and blushed, just as the man himself came into the bedroom to wake him.
"Ah, you're awake," he announced cheerfully. "I made breakfast."
They both walked into the small eating area together, and Castiel placed two plates on the table - one on either side. Next he grabbed the frying pan straight off the hob, and served them both each a huge pile of bacon and pancakes. Dean sat, in awe of Cas' cooking skills. The man smiled when he noticed Dean's surprise and gestured for him to start eating. He had to hold back a moan when he tasted how good it actually was, but Cas, being the oblivious person he was, didn't bother. Dean became highly aroused by the sounds his long term crush was making, and became even more flushed when the man reached over to him and wiped a small amount of syrup from his lip. Cas noticed how Dean's face changed when he touched him like that, and let he finger stay there for a minute before taking it off, only for it to be replaced by his own lips. Their lips crashed together, and the kiss was passionate and heated and defiantly not gentle, but neither of them cared because in that moment they were one. This is what they had been waiting for so long. Dean reached his hand up to cup Cas' cheek, and moved his lips towards the boy's collar bone. He started sucking and biting the soft skin, hearing the delicious moans of his partner above him. He stopped when he was satisfied that he had made a mark that stated "mine", only to begin kissing Castiel ferociously once more. They both wanted so much more of each other, they could tell be the way their hands roamed underneath each other's shirts, feeling the hard, toned muscle underneath. But they couldn't have more. They knew that they would have to wait until they were some place better, more private. It didn't matter too much to them now though, they were both together and nothing could get in their way. They had the thing they longed for most desperately in the world - each other.
