"I am not rusty, Dean."

"I'm just saying, you aren't all mojo anymore, angel power drain might be making you a little slower. Now, come at me."

Dean stands ready to repel any attack the angel can bring, knees bent, fists tight.

The angel barrels forward and in one smooth motion the hunter is on his back staring up in agony as Cas looks down at him with a smugness Dean hadn't realized he was missing.

"Ok, I guess I am the one who might need a bit more time training."

The hunter nods to his friend as in invitation to keep going as he regains his feet.

The angel takes one step in before his Dean stops him, "No super powers."

Cas shrugs and continues on his path, prepared to assist Dean in his quest to improve himself.

Soon the sweat is pouring off the man as he tries to catch his breath. His outer layers have been removed and his naked chest heaves. The angel, ever composed is still in his trench and suit, tie askew as usual.

"Cas, could you at least humour me?"

Castiel removes his coat and tie, rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. Raising an eyebrow, a silent question about the appropriateness of his attire.

Dean leans into the angel, unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it aside.

"Better."

Resuming the wrestling match that they had descended to, Dean feels gleeful when he traps Cas's waist between his thighs and squeezes hard. The angel responds by forcing the man's legs open and pinning his shoulders under his knees.

"Ok, Cas, you can let me up." Dean's body answers differently.

Castiel, shifts his weight slightly to get a better idea of just how the hunter is feeling before he finds himself in a similar position. Dean straddling his chest, arms supporting his weight enough for them to lock eyes. Legs tangled together as the angel reaches up to clasp the man's neck and bring him down.

Panting still, Dean relaxes; sliding himself down to cover the angel's body completely with his own. Their rough cheeks brush one another as the whisper of a smile crosses Dean's face.

Cas turns his head to meet his hunter's lips. Locked in a kiss, Dean grinds himself into the trapped body below him. Moans escape Cas's throat as he deepens the kiss, allowing his tongue to wander and his teeth to nip.

Hooking his legs over Dean's, the angel rolls himself over, bringing the hunter with him. He unfastens both his own and the hunter's pants, arching back to allow room between them.

Warm flesh meeting, kisses, and hands in hair, grinding bodies and groans of pleasure flowed through them. Cupping Castiel's face in his hands as Dean let himself thrust upwards into his waiting angel he bit back a shout of joy. They came together in a messy, sticky, sweaty, tired pile.

Dean tries to hide his smile as he redresses. Cas watches him, amused and naked.

"Next time you want me to take my clothes off, all you have to do it ask."

"I'll keep that in mind, Cas. And next time you want to kick my ass, you can make it up to me again."