Stupid Moose

Dean had told his brother to go out and get some grub because he was starving. And while Dean, was in fact hungry for some burgers perhaps, that was only part of the reason he wanted Sam gone. He mainly just wanted to be alone in the motel room to…take care of some personal business. One might be able to imagine what he had in mind. He had locked the door tight when Sam went out to the Impala. Dean had practically ran to his duffle bag. He quickly unzipped the hidden inside pocket, which was the pocket that held his lube, and pulled out the small travel sized bottle. He then promptly got a towel from the bathroom and laid down on the bed, the dingy bath towel underneath him. He started to shimmy out of his clothes and was down to his boxer briefs when a sudden rush of cold air burst through the room and there stood Cas. The angel was stoic as he stood at the end of the motel bed and stared at Dean's bare chest. His striking blue eyes not moving as he spoke.

"Hello Dean."

"What the Hell Cas?! Don't you know how to knock?!" Dean leapt up off the bed leaving the towel and lube lying on the hideous bedspread. Cas' watchful eyes left Dean's chest and gazed down at the materials on the bed with a curious expression. As to be expected from an angel that just caught his human doing something of the extremely private nature.

"I have no need for knocking." Cas said as he eyed the bottle of lube.

"Yeah, well still." Dean clipped out. He was more embarrassed than angry but he didn't really appreciate Cas of all people to be the one to show up when he was starting to…well, you know.

Dean had finally just accepted that he was not strictly into chicks as he had originally thought, but he was not about to accept the fact that he was attracted to the male angel that had "raised him from perdition". Dean took a deep breath as he watched Cas' gaze shift to his flushed face.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted something." Cas said as he tilted his head as he intently stared at Dean. Dean couldn't really think of a reply to that. He couldn't really think at all. His brain was foggy. He shifted his weight uncomfortably feeling himself getting hard at the feel of his legs against his cock. He had been building this up for hours and he was about to burst. Castiel really did come at the most inconvenient time possible. Cas crossed the room with easy and fluid movements and came to stand directly in front of Dean, Dean who was in his underpants and rocking the beginnings of a nice solid hard-on.

"Uh…Cas…Personal Space?" Dean half-heartedly ventured. Cas nodded and began to take a step back, but that's when Dean realized he didn't want personal space. In that second he finally realized that he did want to be that close to Cas. Whether the angel was male or female or even a freakin' goat Dean wanted to be with Castiel. This realization kind of smacked Dean in the face but surprisingly it wasn't all that big of a shock. He had subconsciously been feeling these things for years. He just now realized what was going on, what he was feeling. It felt kind of like coming out of a fog. Without really knowing what he was doing he wrapped his hand around the back of Cas' neck and pulled him into an awkward, needy kiss, completely the opposite of how Dean normally kisses his partners. But there is nothing normal about kissing an angel who was wearing a handsome, male, accountant with vibrant blue eyes. Cas was rigid, mostly with surprise but slowly Dean felt as Cas began to unstiffen and relax into Dean's body and lips. Cas began to wrap his arms around Dean's bare midsection, his fingers grazing the top of Dean's underwear which, needless to say, makes Dean's cock twitch in anticipation. Dean clumsily started to walk backwards toward his bed pulling Cas by his trench coat, their lips still locked. Soon Dean feels the edge of the bed behind his calves and he falls onto his back pulling the angel on top of him.

"Dean, are you sure you want to do this? I can move to a woman vessel, or are you sure you even want to do this at all?" Cas asked as he loomed over Dean. Dean watched Cas' intense eyes and he thinks he sees worry behind the sapphire pools staring back at him.

"I want you just like this." Dean says gruffly as he rolls over so that he is now on top of Cas.

"Well, minus the trench coat." Grinned Dean. Dean leaned down and started to kiss Cas again when suddenly the sound of a doorknob jiggling startled the two men. Dean looks over his shoulder at the door and his eyes grow as he realizes that Sam is back. Not that Sam finding Dean with a guy would be horrible, because the two brothers already had that talk. But Sam might have some trepidation about the whole fucking an angel of the lord thing. Dean didn't have to worry about that though because as he turned back to Cas who was below him he realized that Cas was no longer below him. He seemed that the angel had "poofed" himself out of the motel room and out from under Dean. Dean now found himself mostly naked and on all fours on his bed with a towel and lube lying next to him.

Sam opened the door and dropped the food.

"Uhh, dude?" The younger brother came face to face with his brothers ass stuck in the air.

"Sorry Sammy." Dean chuckled nervously as he grabbed his clothes off the floor. He quickly put on his clothes as a scared and confused Sam picked up the food and put it on the table next to the door. Dean walked over and pulled out a burger and started to chow down, making out with an angel of the lord made Dean famished. With a mouth full of food Dean asked,

"Aren't you gonna eat?"

"I uh…I'm suddenly not hungry…"