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A Dean/Castiel fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Supernatural. Love Misha Collins thought ... and Jensen Ackles. They are the embodiment of sexy.

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A/N: Yeah ... I get all girly for this pairing. Even though I doubt they would actually show this pair having a sexual relationship on the show, they've been doing a very good job of creating a sort of sexual tension between these two ... in my opinion.

So, I couldn't resist. This takes place mid season 4-ish.

Hope you guys like it, I know I loved writing it! (I should really clip my nails, it hurts every time my pinky hits the Backspace and Enter keys).

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

Another motel room. Truth be told, he was really starting to get sick of them.

Maybe he was being selfish ... but the "hunting" lifestyle had cost him his mother, his father, his brother - for however brief a time - and he had even died himself, and become a monster in hell. Now his brother was off doing god knows what with a demon, and he was laying on his motel-room bed with his arm over his eyes, trying to shut out the images of all the horrible things he'd done.

So, yeah ... he wanted a break. Could you really blame him?

"You shouldn't let your emotions rule you so easily," a deep voice spoke from beside him.

Dean recognized the voice in the back of his mind, but he was never prepared when he just showed up, and his nerves were on high alert.

"Dammit Cas!" he exclaimed, his body jumping. "Would it kill you to knock?" he demanded, sitting up and pushing himself back against the headboard.

"I apologize if I startled you," Castiel replied honestly.

Dean sighed. "I'm not in the mood for another sermon or holy mission tonight."

Castiel glanced up at him from where he sat on the bed. "I'm not here to preach, or for any ... mission," he informed the human.

"Then why are you here?"

Castiel looked away from Dean. "I'm not sure. This is all very confusing."

Dean eyed the angel. "What's confusing?"

Castiel sighed, and Dean registered that it was an action he had learned from him. It gave him an oddly pleased feeling to know he was rubbing off on the "warrior of god".

"Perhaps this was a mistake," Castiel breathed, and Dean had a feeling he was going to disappear again. Maybe it was because he was longing for some kind of contact, human or angelic ... either way, Dean found himself reaching out and grabbing onto Castiel's trench-coat-covered arm.

The angel looked down at Dean's hand on his arm, then to Dean himself.

"You want me to stay?" he asked, seeking for clarification.

Dean nodded.

Castiel remained sitting on the edge of the bed, folding his hands in his lap as Dean withdrew his hand.

The situation suddenly felt awkward, and Dean found himself wondering if it was a good idea to have "requested" that the angel stay.

"So, uh ... how's things on the home-front?" he wondered.

Castiel furrowed his brow at him. "What are you referring to?"

Dean shrugged. "What's new?"

"If there was anything of consequence to report, I would have already told you," Castiel assured him.

Dean sighed deeply. "I'm trying to small-talk here, Cas."

"Why?"

"What, I need a reason?" Dean countered.

Castiel shook his head.

Dean dropped his head against the headboard of the bed, patting his hands on his knees out of boredom. His head shot back up at a sudden realization. "Hey, I got a question."

Castiel peered over at him. "You can ask anything."

"How come you never "pop in" when Sam's here?" Dean wondered, thinking back to all the times Cas just showed up while Dean was alone.

Castiel looked mildly uncomfortable.

"Is it because of his demon blood?" Dean asked, hoping that wasn't the reason.

"No," Castiel answered honestly.

Dean waited for him to elaborate.

"Both of you are my charges, though I feel a stronger ... connection to you," he explained.

Dean shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "... Okay."

"It is difficult to explain."

Feeling the urge to push the angel's buttons, Dean pressed him on. He was, after all, the one who had interrupted his evening. "Try."

Castiel looked at Dean with an almost pained expression on his face, and Dean wondered if maybe he should go easier on him, but then he pounced forward, pinning Dean to the mattress. It didn't occur to Dean to wonder how he had gone from a sitting position to lying flat on his back with Castiel surrounding him and holding him to the mattress, though to be fair, he was caught a little off-guard.

"Cas, what are you -?"

He was silenced before he could finish the question. Silenced by Castiel's lips. Or, his vessel's body's lips. The whole thing was really confusing. It was almost a minute before he realized that he was kissing an angel - a male angel - and then Dean started squirming, turning his head away to break the kiss.

"What the hell?" he demanded from the one still on top of him.

"Was that wrong?" Castiel inquired.

"Only a lot!" Dean answered.

Castiel's deep voice penetrated through Dean's entire body, causing him to rumble along with the bass of his voice. "I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. I thought it might be easier to explain if I simply showed you."

Dean ignored his racing heart. "Next time, go with the verbal approach."

Castiel nodded. "If you wish."

Another long moment passed, and Dean looked at the other "man" out of the corner of his eye. "Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"Why are you still on top of me?" he wondered.

Castiel blinked, and carefully lifted himself off of Dean. "I apologize."

Dean swallowed, pushing himself back up slowly and backing against the headboard. "Yeah, you said that."

Castiel looked straight into Dean's eyes, staring at him in that way that always sent shivers up Dean's spine. "I shall take my leave now."

Dean opened his mouth, wondering if he should say something, but then in a rustle of invisible wings, the angel was gone.

He remained in that position on the bed for a while, staring off into space and lost in thoughts. When the door to the motel room finally opened to announce Sam's return, it was morning.

Sam sighed when he saw him. "Dude, you don't have to wait up for me."

"What? Who?" Dean replied, jerking his head in Sam's direction.

Sam eyed him curiously. "What's up?"

"Nothing!" Dean stated quickly. "Nothing is up. Absolutely everything is ... down. What?"

"Okay ... how much sugar did you have?" Sam asked him.

Dean noted that he was acting odd, and brushed off Sam's question, escaping to the bathroom. Okay ... so an angel has the hots for me. That's not too weird, right? I mean ... he probably just doesn't get the whole ... boy/boy thing. It's understandable. I'll just explain it to him the next time I see him. Hopefully Sam's not there then. ... I really need a cold shower.

He turned on the water, shucking his clothes and trying to clear his mind of images of Castiel without that damned trench-coat on.

End of chapter one. Will probably only be a couple of chapters long, I just didn't want to rush them right into "bed" so-to-speak.

Hope you guys liked it!

Reviews are appreciated, positive or negative.

Until next time ...!