Castiel stood over Dean as he lay in his motel bed, both Sam and Dean fast asleep. He watched over him, noticing how his chest rose and fell, the small noises he made unconsciously. Every night was the same, he would toss and turn at times but would be peaceful and still at others, and Castiel would watch over him, protecting him. But tonight was different. Dean was shifting in his bed, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, his cheeks pink, lips parted. He was breathing heavily, Cas noticed, and through his panting he murmured something. Castiel leaned in to Dean's space listening carefully, trying to make out what he was saying. Maybe something was troubling him, causing him such distress that he would sweat and jerk in his sleep. Dean's bright cheeks and parted lips distracted Castiel, they were so transfixing, and he felt something he had never experienced. He longed to reach out and brush his fingers over Dean's strong jawline, his pink cheeks and luscious lips. His feelings confused him, he should only feel protectiveness over dean, anything else would not be appropriate between angel and man. But, though he tried, he could not tear his eyes away from Dean, and suddenly Dean started to moan again, louder this time, and castiel could hear what he was murmuring. "Cas, Caaaas" Dean moaned, shifting in his sleep. Castiel froze, Dean was saying his name as he slept. Dean was thinking of Castiel in whatever horrible dream he was having that could cause him to pull at his sheets moaning. Could he be dreaming that he was in pain, being tortured perhaps, calling out for help? Castiel could not let Dean be tortured, even if it was only a dream, so he reached out and gripped Dean's shoulders, pulling him up into a sitting position shaking him twice before his head snapped up and his green eyes opened wide, locking onto Castiel's bright blue ones.

Dead felt Cas' breath on his neck, hot open mouthed kisses trailing down his jawline, lips lingering over his mouth , heat spreading down his neck, over his chest kissing each muscle. He felt like he was being cherished, each piece of him worshiped by loving lips. Cas' lips brushed his skin, lower and lower, past his navel. He moaned Cas' name and suddenly he felt Castiel's strong grip on his shoulders, shaking him. his eyes shot open and all he could see were Castiel's piercing blue eyes, a worried look on his face. That couldn't be right, Dean thought, what had gone so wrong that his eyes were no longer full of lust, and then it hit him. He had been dreaming, probably moaning Cas' name in his sleep. He cursed under his breath looking away, embarrassed, his already pink cheeks flushing red.

"Whats wrong?" he said to the floor.

"You sounded distressed. Were you having an upsetting dream?" Castiel asked, concern creasing his forehead.

"It was nothing" Dean muttered, bunching his blanket tightly over his lap and glancing down at Cas' hands, still wrapped tightly around his biceps. "you can let go now." he said, though with every ounce of his being he wanted Cas' hands to stay on him.

"I am sorry Dean, it only seemed as though you were calling for help in your sleep from the way you repeatedly said my name."

Oh Cas, so innocent. If only you knew what I was really dreaming Dean thought, though truly he didn't even know why he had had such a dream. He pushed it to a back corner of his mind and looked down at his lap, keeping the blanket bunched over his crotch, his face flushing again. Cas let go of his arms, his fingers lingering over the exposed skin of Deans arms. Dean shivered and bit his lip to keep from making any obscene noises that he was sure, in the state that he was in, would slip out. Dean had no idea where any of this came from. Since when was he holding back moans when Cas touched him? Whatever the reason this needed to stop now.

Castiel watched Deans eyes, hoping to catch them and be able to see what was wrong, but they stayed glued to the floor or his lap which he was holding blankets tightly over. Castiel let his eyes slowly move over Dean, his strong angular jaw, his smooth skin, covered in the smallest freckles. Castiel pressed his lips together tightly what was he doing? Dean asked him to remove his hands from there place tightly wrapped around Dean's arms. Castiel let go, lingering over Deans smooth skin and firm, defined muscle. What was he doing, staring at Dean like this, longing to keep his hands on him? He opened his mouth and when no words came out he left with a flap of his wings.