Once the lights went out and the boys were in bed, Dean waited until he heard the soft snoring from Sam before he snuck back out of bed and pulled his clothes on. He crept over to Cas' bed - who had taken up sleeping recently when he discovered that he could dream and enjoyed the refreshing feeling he got after a good nap - and put his hand over the Angels mouth, shaking him gently to wake him. The Angel reacted on instinct when he awoke to find a figure looming over him and a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, and he lashed out at the figure violently, grabbing a hold of it and flipping it over till he was on top with it pinned to the bed.

"Who are you and what do you want?!" Cas leaned down over the man and growled in his ear. "And tell me why I shouldn't end you right here and now."

"Well for one you'd have to come and drag me out of Hell again, and two I think Sammy would have something to say…" Dean gasped, wondering when the Angel had gotten so damn heavy and actively ignoring the slight tightening in his pants from their positions. Dean had been ignoring that a lot lately.

"Dean!" Cas squeaked loudly and quickly backed off the man, hushing his voice when Dean turned and put a finger to his lips. "What were you doing to me?" Cas asked softly, confused as to the mans intent.

"I was trying to wake you up, quietly! That didn't work!" Dean whispered harshly, his eyes darting every few seconds to Sam in case the big man suddenly woke up and found them both in the same bed whispering like a pair of girls at a slumber party.

"Why would you wish to wake me but not Sam?" Cas asked and Dean grinned slightly.

"Well I can't let Sam know that I stashed a Pie in the car and wanted to share it with my .. Best friend, now can I?" Dean asked and Cas' face lit up, but the Hunter was unsure as to what had made him smile - the friend comment or the prospect of pie.

"I…believe I would enjoy that, Dean. Thank you." Cas said primly and got out of bed, the moonlight coming through the window lighting up the Angels skin and giving Dean a marvellous view of his toned stomach and tight ass as he dressed himself. Dean hadn't even noticed that he was staring blankly at the Angel dressing until Cas snapped his fingers in front of Deans eyes, bringing him back to Earth.

"Dean…what were you staring at?" Cas asked innocently, dressed in only a pair of Deans boxers and that really wasn't helping the situation "Is there something on my back?" The Angel turned around so he was facing away from Dean, but turned his head to look at the Hunter and jutted his ass out as he stretched his back. Every movement was fluid and cat-like, and if Dean didn't know better he would have sworn a little smirk crossed the Angels lips as Dean gulped and stared up and down Cas' body.

"Nnn..No…I mean YES! Some dirt…bed fluff…let me just get that for you…" Dean stuttered, trying his hardest to be cool but failing miserably. He reached out and ran a hand down Cas' back, pretending to swipe off some non-existent fluff but really just feeling the softness of the Angel's skin and imagining what that would feel like against his own. As he continued to stroke his fingers over Cas' back he ran one straight down the mans spine and the Angel whipped his head back to the front, hiding his face and for just a moment…Dean thought he heard the smallest of gasps coming from his friend.

"…dean…"

The mention of his name broke the moment and suddenly he was moving back again, clearing his throat softly and thankfully not needing to explain anything because Cas had moved away same he and begun dressing quickly, pulling one of Deans T-Shirts over his head and yanking on his jeans. Dean made a note to himself that they would have to buy Castiel some clothes of his own if the Hunter ever wanted to walk in public without a hooded top wrapped around his middle, cause this whole wearing Deans clothes habit was not helping at all!

When Cas was dressed Dean grabbed his car-keys and they snuck out of the room together - Dean well practised in the completely silent exit - and they made their way to the car. The Hunter checked the car park and the building beside them for any people, but since it was almost 2AM the place was dead silent and he relaxed down in his seat, smiling at Castiel in the passenger seat. He leant over to the side and for a moment he passed so close to the Angel's face that it looked as though he would kiss him…but he turned off at the last minute and opened the compartment in from of Cas, pulling a white box from inside and two forks with a grin.

"You ready for the best pie in the state, Angel?" Dean asked and he watched with a dry mouth as Castiel's tongue snuck out to lip his lips a little, an unconscious gesture that had Dean nearly zoning out again.

Oh yeah, this was definitely not good.

Dean's pie lay untouched in his lap, a forkful halfway to his lips was leaking sauce down his hand but he didn't notice any of it…Castiel loved pie.

Like he really loved pie. The Angel was on his second slice and Dean hadn't take a mouthful of his own yet due to the amazing sight of watching Castiel eat. The man would take a forkful and wrap his lips around it, moaning at the taste every time and slowly pulling the fork out again, slipping his tongue out to chase any sauce of pastry he may have missed before running his tongue along his lips to catch any spare sauce there…and then diving straight back in for another bite. When the Angel finally finished his pie he looks so downhearted that Dean immediately passed his plate over, not wanting the show to end so soon and revelling in the smile that crossed the mans face. One that piece was also gone he smiled contentedly over at Dean and reclined back in his chair, groaning loudly and reaching down to unhook his belt and pull down his zipper…the skin revealed was flushed and Dean thought his heart would give out.

"Thank you for this, Dean…I feel so good now." Castiel said, stretching out in his seat and arching his back, the shirt bunching up and showing off his toned stomach, hips and a small trail of hair that lead downwards under his boxes and out of sight…And oh how Dean wished he could follow it down right now. If it were not for the box in his lap he would have some serious explaining to do. The Angel turned to smile at him and Dean spotted something that made his heart leap.

There was a tiny bit of sauce on the side of Cas' mouth.

Deans minded exploded with all the possibilities from that one little spot and while every porno he had ever watched ran through his mind Cas watched the Hunters brain go into meltdown with a hidden smirk on his face.

"Is there something wrong, Dean?" Cas asked with a smile as the Hunter choked on his words before shaking it off.

"You eh…You have a little…you missed a bit…" Dean said, gesturing to the Angels mouth who smiled and darted his tongue out to catch it…on the wrong side of his face. Dean bit back a moan as he watched and shook his head.

"You missed it…its on the…" Dean tried to talk but Cas tiltled his head in confusion and licked up over his top lip, missing it completely again.

"Did I get it now…perhaps you could help me, Dean?" Castiel asked and Dean nodded shakily, reaching forward with his thumb to wipe off the sauce but as he pulled his hand back Cas' mouth latched onto the digit, sucking and licking the sauce from his finger without a care for Deans shock.

"Mmm…so good Dean…Thank you." Cas said as he pulled Deans finger from his mouth, smiling as though he had done nothing wrong. "But we should return to bed now, it is getting late." And without any more, Castiel got out of the car, leaving a frustrated and shocked Dean Winchester pratically humping a Pie Box. Dean couldn't think straight enough to decide if Castiel even knew what he had just done, but he was going to find out…in the morning, right after he had taken care of something. The Hunter stared down at his lap and groaned loudly at the tension in his pants.

"You are not helping!" He growled at the bulge, slamming his head back against the seat and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Who knew Angels could be such teases.