A/N: I'm back with another story! Enjoy.
I do not own Supernatural's characters, all that legal junk, blah blah. Now let's get to reading.
It was a little more sudden than Dean liked. He and Castiel were working alone in an abandoned hotel when Castiel stood up and approached Dean, who paced in thought near the front door. He eyed Dean up, bright eyes scanning the hunter's body in examination, then tilted his head forward. His lips parted. His tongue came up to flick against Dean's teeth, who was more than startled by this sudden show of affection.
Castiel started off gently, moving his lips lightly against Dean's, who eagerly reciprocated. An arm came around to snake against Castiel's waist as his tongue slipped further into Dean's mouth. The two began to gingerly step back towards the bed, still remaining locked together by their lips, and Castiel came to rest on top of Dean, who now had both arms around the angel sprawled on his chest.
Dean's hand worked its way to Castiel's dark hair, lightly tugging, drawing a soft moan from the angel's lips. The passionate liplock was ended with a few soft pecks as Castiel nuzzled his face into Dean's neck. Outside, the dusk crept up around their home, dark clouds looming overhead and threatening to spill rain down on them. Crickets chirped melodically to the soft blow of the wind. Castiel turned his head so he could look up at Dean. He saw beautiful green eyes, rustled soft brown hair, a straight nose, and a strong chiseled face. His hand came up to stroke it absently as Dean looked down with a fond smile.
"I love you."
"As I love you."