Castiel kept glancing over towards Dean. Watching as his jaw moved up and down, he could practically hear the succulent beef from the burger being torn into small chunks. soon to be pulled down his throat. The muscles tensing momentarily when he's swallowed too much. Twice Cas opened his mouth to speak but twice he backed down. Too nervous and too deeply enthralled in simply watching Dean eat. Cas sat up a little straighter before leaning forward his elbows on the table, he swallowed slowly. Refusing to let himself back down this time,

"Dean I…" he trailed off as he brought his eyes level with Dean's. He always forgot how green they were. Like the first green apples God ever created. pure and sweet. Tempting. Realising he was staring Castiel pushed back and slouched in his chair. Looking down, all his attention on trying not to blush.

Dean swallowed, a grin pulling at his lips as he watched Cas squirm across the table. He looked like some teenage girl trying to ask the guy she liked if he liked her. Flustered and embarrassed. Not sure what to say or how to act. Dean always loved to see Cas like this. He had been trying to build up the tension between them a lot more lately. taking every possible chance to tease him.

"What is it Cas?" he kept his voice even, trying to sound nonchalant and just a little bit tired. But his eyes were gleaming with mischief. it was all an act. To get Cas to make the first move. Dean knew it might take a while, but he had seen Cas fired up, and he knew that if he waited long enough all of that lust would continue to build up until Cas just couldn't take it anymore. Dean would wait for that.

Castiel glanced back up at Dean. He had finished his burger and was now looking over at Cas. His eyebrows raised and eyes open slightly wider-waiting for Castiel to reply. His eyes daring Cas to speak. To let lose all of the words tumbling around in his mind. Cas looked away again. Afraid that he might already be blushing. Dean chuckled. Cas heard him as he slid from his seat and placed the money on the table. It wasn't until he was starting to walk away that Cas got up and followed him out.

They went back to their room. The sheets still messy with Dean's clothes scattered on top. There was only one bed. Looking over to it Cas could feel his longing from the night before burning in his chest. They had been so close. Skin touching skin. Cas could still feel Dean's body heat teasing him from the other side of the bed. Beckoning him closer. But of course Cas hadn't dared reach out. Instead he had pushed himself to the opposite edge of the bed. Fearing what he might do if he got too close. Dean started pulling off his shirt and moving towards the bathroom. Cas watched-his heart pounding, body yearning. As Dean stepped out of his jeans, he turned, hovering in the bathroom doorway. His face covered in mischief, a sly grin emphasising his jaw line, he called back to Cas playfully,

"No peeking this time, 'kay?" Cas burned bright red and stood stock still. Dean just chuckled. Smoothly removing his boxers and closing the door behind him.