A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while, but I have been at a writing camp all week needed to post some of the things I wrote while there. Stay tuned for more stories! Reviews are much appreciated! Thank you for supporting me!
"Oops." Dean dropped the wrench, gazing at the wreckage. His face morphed into one of concern as his eyes traveled over the ruined body. "Baby, baby please, stay with me baby!" The car said nothing, being an inanimate object with no means of communication, unless it was secretly your brother. That was a time he didn't care to remember.
A slow drip of oil punctuated the heavy silence. Dean slid slowly down into a sitting position, back against the Impala, placing his head between his shaking hands. The whole business with Cas was really screwing with his head. Not even fixing the Impala could calm him down, and he ended up breaking something in the process. Dean couldn't get Cas out of his head. Every waking moment was filled with thoughts of him. Cas had come to him in the night, no regard for personal space, as usual.
"Hello Dean. I need to tell you something, Dean. It is imperative I tell you now." Something in Cas' tone made Dean sit straight up in bed, swinging his legs off the edge so he was perched on the tip. His brows furrowed with worry, but he needn't have become so anxious because right then Cas did something odd. He leaned in and kissed Dean full on the mouth.
Dean surprised himself by leaning into the kiss, deepening it and standing up. Grabbing the lapels of Cas' ridiculous trench coat, Dean shoved Cas into the wall. Dean pressed his tongue against Cas' lips, begging for entry. Tentatively opening his mouth, Cas allowed Dean to slip his tongue inside. Cas let out a low moan of pure ecstasy that rumbled up through him and into Dean. Reaching up to grab Dean's hair, he pulled them ever closer, inflicting an identical moan from the other, one filled with longing.
Their tongues tangled together, sliding past and exploring their partner's mouth. Hands roamed across bodies, pushing up clothing and rubbing skin on skin. Every so often they would break apart, gasping for air in the muggy room. A fan turned sluggishly above the pair, providing little relief from the heat building inside the two men. It seems they couldn't get enough of each other, tearing at the opposite's hair and clothes until their shirts were off. Bodies moved in synchrony, sweat sticking them together, sliding together in the dark.
A light flicked on, flooding the room with yellow light. Angel and human broke apart, thin strand of saliva connecting them together still. Sam was sitting upright, hunched over, one arm reaching out. A knowing smirk split his face as he waggled the camera-phone in his hand. Dean gasped, snapping the strand as he realized just what his brother had done. He lunged for the bed but tripped over the pile of clothing on the floor from his and Cas' little make-out session.
Now, two days later, Sam still wouldn't let up about it, going on and on about how "It was inevitable," and "I knew it was going to happen soon anyway, so I wasn't really surprised." The whole ordeal was really making Sam seem like an omnipotent god, at least how he talked about it. Dean slowly shook his head in-between his hands, sighing deeply. He had always been straight, girls, girls, girls, all hours of the day. But then Cas came along, and those thoughts started to change.
Dean tried to reason with himself. Cas isn't technically a guy, it was just his vessel, who just happened to be very attractive. And those eyes, so blue and old, pain barely hidden behind the irises. Oh, God, he was definitely in love with a certain angel with a penchant for standing a little closer than preferred.