Castiel flew to Dean's current motel room. He was pretty sure he'd heard him call his name.

Dean was sitting at the small table in the miniature kitchen. He appeared to be eating something; a pensive look on his face as he stared at the grooves in the oak table. He hadn't noticed Castiel was in the room.

Castiel rather liked the small time it took Dean to notice him. He liked to watch Dean in his most personal time. It spoke volumes about his character. But it was taking longer than usual for him to realize Castiel was in the room. He was very deep in thought.

"Hello, Dean," Cas said quietly.

Dean flinched and snapped his head up. His green eyes widened as he saw Cas. Castiel noticed a hint of red tinted his cheeks as his eyes flickered away again. He dug his fork into the dish of red mush in front of him on the table.

"Cas," he said, taking a bite, "I was...just thinking about you, actually."

Cas tilted his head slightly. Dean was thinking about him? Castiel realized he'd only heard his name from Dean's mind; calling for him subconsciously. Cas tried not to let Dean know this.

"Oh," Cas said flatly, "Where is Sam?"

Dean swallowed another bite, still seeming unable to meet his eyes.

"He went to get some food," Dean said simply, "But, uh...I'm glad you're here. I've got something I need -"

Dean's phone interrupted him, ringing loudly from his pocket. Castiel watched Dean exhale and reach for it.

"Speak of the devil," Dean said, before looking at Cas in worry, "Don't tell him I said that," he added.

Castiel found Dean's expression odd. He pressed a button on his device as he got up from the table.

"Yeah, Sam?" He answered. He then took the phone away from his mouth to speak toward Cas, "Don't touch the pie. I'll be right back."

Castiel gave a nod. Dean walked into the small bathroom before shutting the door. Perhaps he did not wish for Castiel to hear his conversation..? Cas found this to be a bit useless, as he could hear Dean clearly from where ever he was.

Trying to give Dean some privacy, Castiel turned his attention to the brown and red food on the table. It was Dean's favorite sustenance, from what he could gather. It made Cas curious. What was it about this simple dish that Dean found so irresistible? It wasn't exactly aesthetically appealing to the angel; all gooey and sticky looking. How could its flavor be any better than its appearance?

Castiel glanced to the bathroom door. Dean was still immersed in his conversation with his brother. He looked back to the pie on the table. Dean had, of course, requested that he not touch it...But he found it difficult to fight his curiosity. He needed to know what it was about this desert that Dean found so attractive.

Attempting to be casual, Castiel leaned over the table and dipped two fingers into the gooey red filling. He then quickly brought them to his mouth to taste. He expected a harsh, earthy flavor – but instead found a sweet, fruity flavor that made his mouth water. His eyes widened at the taste. No wonder Dean requested this so often. It was almost...heavenly.

Castiel dipped his fingers back into the red syrup and brought more filling to his mouth. He remembered all the times he'd watched Dean consume pie like this one, and could now relate to his happiness. He scooped yet another bite, feeling a bit of filling run down his chin. It felt good to indulge in such a human act.

The bathroom door opened behind him.

"Sam's on his way back, but I -"

Dean stopped abruptly as Cas turned to face him. Castiel felt a bit guilty; backing slowly away from the pie. Dean blinked from pie back to Cas, confusion in his expression.

"I said don't touch the pie, Cas," Dean said, raising an eyebrow.

Castiel glanced to the food on the table.

"I understand now. Why you find this so appealing," Castiel said, trying to defend his actions.

Dean, surprisingly, smiled. He crossed his arms and walked closer.

"Tastes better than sex, right?" he grinned.

Castiel gave him an odd look. "I was not aware that intercourse required tasting."

Dean's smile faltered a bit, as he shook his head.

"No, I mean...never mind. I'm glad you like it."

Dean slowly reached up to Cas's face. Cas held still as Dean used a finger to wipe the filling from his chin. Afterward, he kept his eyes on Cas's as he brought it to his own mouth to suck it clean. The sight sent an odd sensation to Cas's pelvic region. Castiel gulped, wanting to look away but finding he was unable to.

"You...needed me? For something?" Cas urged, eyes glued to Dean's mouth.

"Oh, yeah," Dean said, inching even closer, "I wanted to...uh...t – try something."

Dean was standing so close, Castiel could almost feel his body heat. He watched Dean's tongue roll across his bottom lip.

"I...am happy to aid you in whatever you need, Dean," Cas breathed.

Dean smiled at his response.

"What would you have me do?" Cas asked, again feeling a pull in his lower stomach.

"Hold still," Dean answered.

Castiel did as Dean wished, planting his feet. He watched Dean take a deep breath before reaching up to grab his face. Just as Cas was getting ready to ask Dean what he was doing, Dean brought his lips to Cas's mouth. He had watched humans perform this act before – he had even witnessed Dean do it to another – but it couldn't have prepared him for feeling it himself.

Castile's body reacted to Dean. He could feel his heart rate picking up speed and his limbs becoming heavy. Dean's tongue entered his mouth, reviving the sweet flavor of pie. One of Dean's hands slid to the back of Cas's neck, his tight grip locking him in place, even though he was as still as stone. An odd sensation continued to pulse downward in his body, inducing a tightening of his clothes.

Dean slowly pulled away, his mouth open as he and Castiel shared the same breath. Everything in Cas's body wanted Dean to continue. He considered leaning forward to try it himself, but decided against it. Dean's eyes opened to meet Cas's. Castiel looked back at his green eyes, finding it difficult to process thoughts. Something about the way Cas looked at him must have amused Dean. He began to smile, running his fingertips along the back of Cas's neck.

"Wh – what are you trying to accomplish, Dean?" Cas asked, barely above a whisper.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Dean said gruffly, "a hell-of-a long time. I guess the pie sent me over the edge."

Castiel was still not understanding.

"Why did you join your mouth with mine?" he asked.

"It's called kissing, Cas. People do it when they..." Dean trailed off, swallowing harshly.

Castiel shifted slightly, his pants feeling a bit uncomfortable. Dean noticed.

"What's wrong?"

"You have caused my body to respond to your actions," Cas answered.

The red tint seemed to return to Dean's cheeks as he glanced down. He bit down a smile.

"You're pitching a tent, there," he mused, "Nice to know I appeal to guys too, I guess. Especially to you."

"You've always appealed to me, Dean," Castiel replied, "was this what you were trying to accomplish? Did you want my body to react to you?"

"No. I want you to react to me. I want to know if you...if..." Dean seemed like he was having trouble choosing his words. Castiel wanted to help.

"I enjoyed having your tongue in my mouth, Dean. It was very nice. And I...would very much like to indulge in the act again," He spoke honestly.

Dean grinned, eyes glancing toward Cas's lips. He reached to get his device from his pocket again. Castiel tilted his head, wondering why he wished to talk to someone else.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Making Sam turn around and go back to the store," Dean smiled, " this might take a while and if he sees us, I don't wanna catch hell from him – don't tell him I said that, either," he added.

Castiel felt himself start to smile. He was genuinely looking forward to joining mouths with Dean again. Though, the hardening in his pants was making him uncomfortable. He shifted again, tugging slightly at the fabric. Dean, of course, noticed.

"Don't worry," he grinned, "I'm gonna take care of that, too."