Dean groaned kicking the door shut to his room tossing his bag on the bed, "Home sweet home," he muttered kicking off his boot. It had been too long since he had taken a hot shower. Those hotels always seemed to have the worst showers. He peeled off his jacket tossing it over the back of a chair.

Once he was standing under the streaming jets of hot water all his problems for the moment seemed to wash down the drain with the 6 layers of dirt on his skin from digging up 2 graves that night. Dean grabbed his bar soap rubbing it across his chest as if he could scrub away all the stress his hands wandered lower over the planes of his stomach.

Dean's eyes slid closed as his fingers wrapped around his hardening shaft. He turned his face towards the water letting the streams wash down his body he pumped his fist faster.

"Dean?" Castiel's voice broke through the haze.

"Damnit, Cas!" Dean poked his head out of the frosted shower door, "Learn to fucking knock," he said.

Castiel realized he had intruded in on something, "Sorry," he said and looked at the door, "I'll just wait," he said and walked into the bed room.

Dean rolled his eyes and turned off the water, "great," he said and grabbed a towel wrapping it around his hips. He ran his fingers over his wet hair before walking into the bed room, "What is it, Cas?" he asked

Castiel's eyes darted around the room nervously, "I was just checking in, I thought I heard you pray to me," He said, "I was mistaken."

Dean cleared his throat, "Obviously," he said and grabbed the neck of a glass bottle, "Want some?" Dean asked pouring the scotch into one glass.

With Dean's back to him Castiel dared to let his eyes wander down his strong spine still covered in droplets of water that ran in trails lower then he could witness because of the towel, "Would love some," he said not really understanding the question till dean turned with 2 glasses in his hands.

Dean caught Castiel's eyes dart up and then to the glass.

"Oh yes, thanks" he said and sipped from the glass.

Dean eyes him curiously, "Everything ok, Cas?" he asked.

"Yup, great," he said and and quickly finished off his glass in one go before coughing.

Dean laughed and refilled his glass, "Easy killer," he said.

Castiel glanced at him and laughed weakly, "Thanks," he said.

They were quite a while dean walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans pulling them on tugging the zipper up enough to keep them on before tossing the towel with his other clothes. He waited for Castiel to say something but he was finished with his drink and Castiel still looked everywhere in the room but in Dean's direction.

"What the hell is up with you, Cas?" Dean asked leaning against the table holding his alcohol.

Castiel finally looked at him but his eyes dropped to Dean's low rise jeans unbuttoned and half unzipped, "You should button those," he said, "And I should go" he set his glass down. Dean grabbed his arm before he could flash out.

"Wait," he said and buttoned his jeans, "Talk to me, man," he said.

Castiel didn't look at him, "I'm not human, Dean, There is nothing wrong, I'm just needing to go," he said and brought his deep eyes to Deans finally, "I'm not at man either, I'm a Multi-wavelengh Celestial being, I just happen to have a male vessel," he said.

Dean looked at him slightly confused, "What does that have to do with anything?" he asked.

Castiel opened his mouth but closed it without a sound. He sighed and shook his head, "Nothing, Dean, just forget it," he said.

Dean let go of his arm and Castiel was gone in a flash. Dean pulled his bag off his bed onto the floor. "What the serious fuck?" he muttered and set his glass on the night stand before dropping on the bed. His sleep deprivation won out over his curiosity and he passed out.

The room was dark when Dean sat up he didn't remember turning off the lights before he laid down.

"Hello, Dean,"

Dean Flipped to his back seeing Castiel standing at the foot of his bed, "Cas? What are you doing?" he said barely able to keep his eyes open

"I don't think tell you would be enough," he said

"Cas, It's like 3 in the morning,"

Castiel was intantly face to face with him, "Stop talking," he said and grabbed the back of dean neck pulling his mouth to his.

Dean shoved him off, "What the hell, Cas," he said. "What has gotten into you?" he said.

"I was hoping, you" he said

"Doesn't your dad have some rules about this?"

"I don't see him do you?" he asked and kissed him again.

Dean was as shocked this time and felt the warm pressure of Castiel's mouth. His strong hand on the back of his neck. It wasn't soft and sweet like the hands he was use to but something in him let it happen. His hand slid under his jackets pulling Castiel closer, his lips parted slightly.

Castiel straddled him seizing the chance and tangled his tongue with Dean's.

Dean moaned softly flipping Castiel under him kissing his deeply as he pulled his tie off and kissed down his throat.

"Dean," Castiel moaned, "Yes, Dean"

Dean Sat up straight in his bed his breathing ragged the light from the lamp across the room blinding him. He stood to turn it off realizing the discomfort in his pants, "What the fuck?" he groaned grabbing a pair of bed pants changing into them to ease the pressure on his erection.

Had he really just had a dream about Cas? How is that possible? He wasn't gay, obviously, but it happened. He had the hard on to prove it. Dean turned off the light. When he turned Castiel was standing there.

"Cas," Dean stepped back his hand tried to hide his painful erection, "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Castiel's eyes darted to his hand, "Seems like every time I hear you pray for me I find you… in some… discomfort," he said.

Dean couldn't help remembering the way his lips felt in the dream. Could they be so soft? Dean gave his head a quick shake trying to shake the image, "Nope im good," he said walking over to the bed and sat down.

"Dean, I can Sense your pain," he said worried.

"I have a boner, ok? I don't think you actually want to help with that," he snapped.

Castiel's cheeks turned slightly pink, "I see," he said

"I had a dream guess you cock blocked me or something," he tried joking it off.

Castiel eyed him seeing through the act pretty easily, "It's nothing to be ashamed of Dean," he said taking off his tan trench coat.

"What are you talking about?" he asked as Castiel crossed the dark room only lit by a crack in the bathroom door.

Castiel put his hands on Dean's knees dropping to the floor between them, "Can we stop pretending? Just for a while?" he asked.

Dean looked at the angel on his knees in front of him, "I don't know how to be this way, not with you," he said.

"Yes you do," Castiel said and pressed his lips to Dean's bare chest. His lips were warm just as Dean hoped and it made his resolve crumbled to pieces.

Dean grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him deeply and pulled his tie loose before working the buttons open. He felt Castiel's fingers help untucking his shirt so it fell to the floor when Dean pushed the fabric from his shoulders.

Castiel stood climbing in his lap straddling him like in the dream. Dean flipped pinning him to the mattress looking into his face, "Did you give me that dream?" he asked.

Castiel tried to hide his smile, "I had to know how you would react, if it was bad it would be nothing more than a weird dream," he said.

"Son of a bitch," Dean said sitting back on his heels Castiel sat up, "This is so fucked up," he said.

Castiel ran his hand up Deans hip, "Maybe, but if it is, why does it feel so good?" he said his thumb brushed over Dean's aching erection.

A moan slipped past his lips, "Cas," He said softly knowing he needed to tell him to stop but every part of him refused to say he words. Castiel tugged his pants down wrapping his hand around his hard shaft. Dean leaned back on his left hand feeling those warm lips press to his stomach. His free hand ran through his hair as his lips moved lower wrapping around his swollen tip.

Dean groaned softly bucking his hips slightly wanting him to take more, and Castiel obliged. He took his long shaft into his mouth sucking him deeply, "Fuck Cas," Dean moaned grabbing the back of his head. Dean pulled Castiel into a deep kiss before pushing him back on the bed.

Castiel's hands slid over Dean firm ass pulling him closer. He unbuttoned his trousers before he rolled to his stomach pushing his ass against Dean's exposed erection. Dean moaned against his shoulder sliding his hand down the front of Castiel's pants.

Dean stroked the angels hard dick kissing his throat a moment "Let me grab something," he said sitting back pulling Castiel's pants and underwear with him. Dean leaned grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube.

Castiel groaned softly when Dean used his finger pushing them into his ass, "Dean," he moaned softly dean rolled the condom on as removed his fingers, "Yes" Cas said feeling his hard erection against his ass.

Dean pushed into his with a moan sliding his arms around the back of Castiel's shoulders thrusting into him.

Castiel moaned pushing against him, "Yes, Dean," He breathed and Kissed him deeply.

Dean reached down and stroked Castiel's hard cock. "Fuck, Cas, You feel so good," he moaned feeling himself climbing to the edge. He slid out of him a moment pulling him to him and kissed his lips deeply once more before Castiel was flipped on his Stomach thrusting into him harder and faster.

Castiel moaned and Sat up on his hands pushing his hips back"Don't stop," he begged feeling deans hands . IT wasn't long till dean thrusted into him coming to a powerful release. Dean moaned softly still stroking till he came.

Dean collapsed on Castiel's chest when he rolled over.

Castiel run his hand over the back of Dean's head, "That was amazing," he said.

Dean kissing his flushed skin on his chest, "It was," he said with a yawn. Before he could say another word he was unconscious on Castiel's chest.

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