A/N: Popped into my head! Review! One shot!
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~Give him Thanks ~
Castiel was a quiet more observing type of angel. He didn't hate humans like most of his brothers; he merely loved to watch them. Some might call it creepy but to Castiel he was just curious.
After pulling Dean from Hell, Castiel started noticing his charge, Dean having nightmares.
After one such dream, Castiel decided he wouldn't let Dean go through that torture again. He would help him, even if he had to do something drastic.
Dean's face seemed to be frozen in a silent scream. His hands gripped the worn sheets of the crappy motel room bed. After drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels, he figured that his dreams would be less graphic. No such case.
Currently he was on the rack, Alistair's leery face close to his. The smell of rotting flesh and misery was in the air. He screamed for someone anyone to help him.
Suddenly Dean found himself sitting in the passenger seat of his precious Impala a scream still on his lips. He looked around franticly. What the hell?
He found Castiel sitting next to him. Huh?
"Uh Cas, what are you doing in my dream?"
"Watching you". Castiel answered simply.
Dean looked at him confused.
"Why"?
"Well Dean it looked like you were having a nightmare, I could always put you back." Castiel looked at him with confused eyes.
"No, I-I didn't…" Dean didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell the Angel he was grateful.
Castiel smiled. "You're welcome Dean."
Dean gasped. "Cas, you can't read thoughts! That's not fair."
He was aware he sounded like a whiny child, but come on! A guy has to be able to think without an angel listening in.
The angel glanced at him curiously.
"How are you going to thank me Dean?" He asked with a head tilt.
Dean threw the angel a confused look. Thank him? What the hell?
"Yes Dean, thank me. I was assuming humans thanked people who help them out. So how will you thank me?"
"Um, I don't know? A thank you… maybe?"
Suddenly Castiel grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt pulled him into the driver's seat with him. Before Dean could protest, Castiel kissed him.
Dean was between shocked and surprise that he didn't have time to stop the persistent angel of the lord.
Castiel pulled Dean closer to him, while threading his hands in Dean's spiky hair. Dean didn't know what it was, but strangely he felt himself giving in to the angels kiss.
He moaned as Castiel started to move his tongue with his. Damn! How did the angel know what to do?
Castiel laughed through his kisses. "Oh Dean, the pizza man taught me".
Thank you Pizza man!
The End!
A/N: For some reason I felt like writing that.