Castiel looked up from the book he was reading to glance over at Dean, who was busy fiddling with something in the Impala. He liked the way his shirt was bunching up his arms as he worked, his grease stained face crinkled in concentration. Dean looked up, and their eyes met across the garage. Castiel half-smiled and looked shyly back down at his book, suddenly engrossed in the text. Suddenly he felt a hand on his face.
'Hey Cas?' Dean whispered, his green eyes searching Castiel's own. Dean's grease stained thumb traced over his chin, his palm chaffing slightly across Castiel's cheek.
'What?' Castiel's breath hitched as Dean moved his hand down his jawline, tickling his throat before coming to rest on his shoulder.
'You're pretty cute when you're embarrassed.' Was Deans reply. And then Dean's mouth was on his, his soft pink lips a contrast to the roughness of his hands that were now gripping Castiel's arms and running through his hair. Dean swept the collection of tools off the bench and hitched Castiel up onto it, a soft moan catching in his throat. Castiel wrapped his legs around Dean, pulling him further into the kiss. 'I love you Dean' He murmured, glancing over at the Impala behind them. You can wait a bit he thought, Dean's all mine tonight.
