"Th-This isn't right." Castiel managed to get out as Dean trailed hungry kissed from his jaw to his neck. They were lying on Dean's bed in a typically awful motel room. Sam was out god knows where leaving Dean and Castiel alone. After a few too many drinks (on Dean's part) this is where they ended up. With Castiel's shirt torn open revealing his chest and Dean straddling him. "Don't pretend you don't want it." Dean practically growled, pulling off his own shirt and tossing it across the room. The hand print was the only flaw in his bronze skin. The both stopped and stared each other for a moment before Dean's impatience won out. He frantically tore of the rest of the angels coat and shirt as he bent to kiss him. The kisses weren't soft they were hungry and desperate. Castiel felt completely smothered. "Dean." Castiel tried to stop the hunter. Something was wrong. Dean was too desperate, too frantic. Gripping Dean's wrists he flipped so the hunter was underneath him. The angel's face hovered within inches of Dean; so close he could feel Dean's warm breathe on his face. "Dean. Stop!" Castiel's pleaded, his voice echoing around the room. The only thing in the complete silence was the sound of both men breathing. "Dean..." Cas began; his voice barely over a whisper, "What's wrong?" Dean's eyes were shining with angry tears. He didn't trust his voice enough to speak. "Dean!" Castiel shook Dean's wrists, pleading with him.
"I d-don't you what the hell I'm doing Cas... Please just get off me." Dean averted his gaze trying to avoid Castiel's worried blue eyes. Slowly the angel rolled to his side so he was lying on his back next to Dean. "I've always wanted to know what it's like to kiss you." Castiel said matter-of-factly after a few minutes of silence. He spoke hesitantly not sure what to think about this strange situation.
"Sorry to disappoint." Dean laughed in spite of himself. He still kept his gaze away from the angel pretending the beige curtain covering the window looked particularly interesting all of a sudden.
"You misunderstand me. I mean a proper kiss like in those atrocious movies on television you pretend not to watch. Right at the end two people always share a kiss. I want to know what that feels like. The people involved always seem to look very happy." Castiel spoke quickly without taking a breath. If Dean didn't know any better he would say the Angel was nervous. Dean slowly smiled at the thought. He turned his head and looked into Cas's eyes. He slowly brought his face closer to the angels, giving Cas plenty of time to pull away. Instead Castiel moved his lips to meet Deans. It was such a gentle kiss. More gentle than anything Dean has ever experienced. He didn't think he was capable of anything but destruction. Castiel's lips were soft against his as their tongues moved in rhythm with each other. Dean gripped The Angel's waist and pulled him up so he was hovering over the hunter without breaking the kiss. They reluctantly broke apart out of breathe. As they stared at each other Castiel moved his hand and placed it over the scar that he left; sending shivers through Dean. "I can see why those people are happy when they kiss each other at the end of the movie." Castiel announced.
"Me too." Dean smiled.