Castiel glanced out Bobby's living room window, taking note that the sky beyond the glass was glowing with the brilliance of a full moon. He was slightly surprised to see the radiant white orb in its entirety. Was it truly that time in the moon's cycle? It made him wonder how time had passed so quickly without his awareness.

Sam and Dean were both asleep around the angel; the younger brother draped over the sofa while the elder was sprawled out on a heap of blankets and pillows on the floor. Castiel searched over Dean's sleeping form, watching his chest expand and retract slowly.

He silently recalled their earlier session of intercourse in the shower – all of the heat and pleasure blooming between them. Again, he was left bewildered by human nature. How were people able to control themselves around each other, after being acquainted with the magnitude sexual pleasure? How did they restrain themselves from mating when the urge was so strong? He sincerely wished to know, because he was nearly always wanting to have sex with Dean again.

"Hrmph,"

Castiel was drawn from his thoughts at the mumble below him. He looked down to watch Dean shift in his sleep. His peaceful face briefly tensed as his lips fell open. The angel lowered himself to crouch beside Dean. It seemed that something was taking place in the man's subconscious while he slept. It was possible that he was dreaming of something good, because flickers of happiness were appearing in his expression. His head rolled to the side as his arms slid to the floor beside him. Castiel studied him closely, taking in his every movement.

"Ye – yeah," he slurred, barely audible.

The shallow sound of Dean's breathing was gradually getting heavier in the room. Castiel watched Dean shift again, his legs bending slightly. Whatever was taking place in Dean's mind was so profound, that it was causing his body to physically respond. The angel wondered what kind of dream would possess such power. Was it a good vision, as Castiel had previously thought? Or was it something terrible? A nightmare?

"Cas,"

Castiel's eyes widened, upon hearing his own name being groaned from Dean's subconscious. Whether the dream was bad or not, Cas was obviously involved somehow. A bit of curiosity crept inside the angel's chest. What was happening in Dean's dream? Was Dean recalling a memory of them together? Or creating something new? The desire to know was suddenly irritating him.

After quickly glancing around the room, Castiel gently reached down to slide his hand across Dean's forehead. Perhaps taking a quick peek at Dean's dream would put him at ease. The angel carefully submerged himself inside the waves of Dean's mental state, manifesting himself among his inner vision.

A strange scene took shape around Castiel. He found himself suddenly standing in some sort of pastry shop. The smell of freshly baked bread was thick in the air, as dim lamps cast a soft glow on shelves of pies and muffins. The checkered floor was buffed to a perfect shine. Castiel was speechless; in awe of how vividly Dean could create a place in his mind.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Dean?"

Castiel turned around instantly at the sound of his own voice. Across the room, he spotted himself holding Dean down. He was bent over the counter on his stomach, arms stretched out and lips smirking. Castiel could feel Dean's emotions all around him. Although it appeared that the angel in his dream was being forceful, Dean was enjoying it very much. Cas could sense that he actually wanted dream-Cas to be even more aggressive.

"Bite me," Dean replied, arching his back a little.

Castiel observed this act, noticing that Dean was positioning his backside in the direct line of dream-Cas's pelvis. He could feel that Dean wanted to be penetrated so badly; to be filled internally with dream-Cas's member. Castiel tilted his head slightly, as he watched the clothes slowly vanishing from their bodies. It felt like this was something Dean had always wanted...but why? Why did he crave to be treated with such hostility?

The dream version of Castiel was suddenly naked, still bracing a forceful hand on Dean's bare back. He pinned the man down while he alined his hard organ with Dean's entrance. Castiel gulped a little, seeing that dream-Cas's shaft was three times the realistic size – and as chrome as the rims on the Impala. Dean groaned aloud as the shiny metal organ thrust into him, gripping the counter tightly.

Though this scenario was completely absurd, Castiel found it to be rather erotic. The sight of Dean rocking along and begging for more was causing the angel to become sexually excited. The dream version of himself growled menacingly above the man.

"Who's your daddy?" he purred, pounding so hard into Dean that the counter was cracking.

Castiel blinked. He found it strange that he would ask Dean who is father was, when he already knew the answer. But it was even more strange to find that Dean was aroused by this question. Castiel could feel his pleasure prominently in the small space. The man groaned again, backing onto the angel's chrome organ with the hard thrusts.

"Come on, Dean, tell me who you belong to," dream-Cas coaxed, hardly out of breath as he moved, "Say it for me, baby..."

"Cas," Dean replied, his grip on the counter tightening even more, "I'm yours! Oh god,...don't stop! Ah!"

Castiel watched the intercourse take place in Dean's subconscious, unable to look away. Perhaps this was some deep desire that Dean had always kept secret. He craved for Castiel to show dominance over him, particularly during sex. Though the angel still questioned why Dean would want this, he could sense the man's utter satisfaction. If this was truly what Dean desired, then perhaps Castiel could provide it for him – in reality.

The angel took one last look at himself pounding Dean over the counter, before gently pulling away from his subconscious. He was back in Bobby's dark, silent living room, staring down at Dean's sleeping form. The man's face was still twitching, his legs shifting under the blanket. His erotic dream was still influencing his body.

Castiel studied him again, wondering if the effects would pass. Was this a normal thing for humans to experience? Should he try to help Dean in some way? Perhaps he could wake him up and attempt to cater to his lustful wishes. The angel glanced toward the window. The bright moon was casting a glow down on the sofa, where the younger Winchester was still snoring. He couldn't possibly service Dean in the presence of Sam.

Castiel whooshed over to the couch. Though it seemed like a selfish thing to do, the angel decided to send Sam to the backseat of the Impala. It would be much less embarrassing for him to wake up in a car, than to wake up witnessing Dean and Castiel in the middle of intercourse. Using a firm hand, the angel reached down and flew him to the vehicle outside. Cas glanced along the vacant couch before turning his attention to Dean.

Dean's head was rolling back and forth, now; forehead glistening and air rasping through his open lips. His limbs seemed to be moving more frequently, struggling. Castiel instantly fell back to the floor. He shook Dean's shoulders gently, rousing him to consciousness.

"Dean," he said in a moderately loud tone, "Dean. Wake up."

Castiel watched the man's eyes fly open, revealing the bright orbs of emerald he favored. Dean panted as he fought to sit up. His eyes flashed briefly around the room, as if trying to focus on his location. The shock on his face gently melted into daze.

"Cas?" he asked, sounding almost like a moan.

The angel couldn't resist any longer. He took Dean's face in his hands and drove their mouths together. Though Dean was fresh from sleep, his tongue was immediately responding, flicking back against Cas's with earnest. For a moment, his hands were sliding around Castiel's torso. They paused abruptly, his mouth pulling away.

"Wh – Sam?" he said, peeking fearfully around Cas.

"Sam is outside," Castiel eased him, "...Now, roll over."

Dean's throat visibly quivered as his eyes came back to the angel's in the dark. He seemed genuinely surprised by Cas's sudden demand.

"Er,...what?"

"I said, roll over," Castiel repeated more gruffly, as he gripped the man by the sides.

He tossed Dean onto his stomach, keeping in mind to use just enough force to get his point across. His dominant efforts were rewarded with a low groan, echoing across the open floor. A slight smile played at Cas's lips. At last, he felt comfortable with intercourse.

Dean was instantly pulling down his own pants and underwear, exposing himself without another thought. The man's face was pressed against the rug while his hips remained bent up in the air. His beautiful backside was fully displayed for Castiel; the two halves parted enough to allow him to view the already-clenching entrance. The angel's heart rate increased, seeing Dean's heavy scrotum hanging between his tense legs.

Castiel hesitated, continuing to observe Dean's behavior. Quiet whimpers were escaping his lips, as he gently rocked back and forth on his knees. He was offering himself to Castiel like a feline in heat; his genitals in full exposure while he physically begged to be penetrated. It aroused Cas in a way he could barely fathom. Perhaps the full moon was having an effect on Dean's animalistic nature.

Not wanting to keep Dean waiting, Castiel quickly unbuttoned his pants. He brought forth this hardened organ and lined it up with Dean's hot opening. Needing lubrication, Castiel reached down to force a finger inside Dean's open mouth. The man welcomed it, eagerly licking and sucking on the digit. Cas held back noises at the sensation. Once wet enough, he brought it back and wiggled it inside Dean's tight entrance.

"Ah," Dean groaned, hips continuing to rock.

Castiel could feel the man's muscles clenching with excitement around his finger. After prodding it in and out a few times, Cas finally pressed the head of his shaft inside. Dean whimpered more, as Castiel penetrated him. He could feel Dean's body quaking around his sensitive member, and it sent jolts of arousal through his own body. Dean liked this, and it made him ache in agreement.

Instead of thrusting, Castiel gripped Dean's hips and forced him to move back and forth. Cas's heart pounded behind his ribs as he made Dean rock back on him. He enjoyed the sight of himself sliding in and out of Dean's body.

"Dean," he groaned, panting, "you look so lovely at this angle."

Dean rocked faster, his hand finding its way to his own drooling erection. Castiel could feel him pleasuring himself; his scrotum bouncing with his fierce tugs. The angel went harder, thrusting along as he pulled Dean repeatedly back against him. It was so hot inside the man's body; so warm and wet...

"Ah!" Dean cried, his muscular arm moving rapidly in the dark, "Cas!"

Castiel could feel Dean's member pulsing internally. The muscle at the base of his anus tightened against Cas's own shaft as it continued to slide. Castiel felt that he was also close to the edge, threatening to release inside Dean. He thrust even faster, using the sight of Dean's arched bare back to aid his assent.

Blinding pleasure draped over Castiel's body, clouding his mind and causing his body to shudder. His voice joined Dean's in crying out as he climaxed. He was pulsing inside Dean's body; unable to stop the semen from flowing. Dean had been right, when he stated that his member was made to be inside another body. Feeling all the physical bliss made Castiel realize his member was created to be inside Dean.

Castiel lingered in euphoria, as he carefully slid out from between Dean's quivering cheeks. Once free from Cas's grip, the man's waist slowly slid to the floor. Dean was flat on his stomach again, his back continuing to quickly rise and fall with his panting. Castiel gently caressed his warm back, trailing his fingertips along his spine, as he lowered himself to rest beside Dean.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, hoping he had not been too rough with him.

He was glad to see the signature smirk grace Dean's huffing mouth.

"Amazing," he replied, reaching out to lazily touch Cas's face.

They kissed briefly, breaking away to cater to their breathing. Castiel stared at Dean in the dark, watching a yawn escape his throat. His green eyes fell to close as he mumbled a few words.

"I had a dream about you..." he muttered, fading back to sleep.

Castiel smiled, raising his hand to touch Dean's. The man was fully asleep now; his face resting peacefully and lungs easing. Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's thumb, feeling like he knew Dean better than he ever had before.

"I know," he whispered softly.

(Author's Note: Ah, how nice to have a wet dream come true, eh? :) I'm just terrible to poor Sammy, I know. :( I hate to say it, but things are probably not going to get any less awkward for him in this fic. And, I'm not sure if any of you believe in the whole 'full moon being able to effect your body' thing, but I kinda do. You can say that it influenced Dean's 'cat in heat' behavior in this chapter, if you'd like. :) Thank you all so, so, so much for reviewing the first chapter. I swear, there is a special place in my heaven for all of you! *hugs each of you tightly* :) The next chapter will be out soon!)