Dean parked at another motel, the neon sign giving off a red hue in the middle of the night, the streets were quiet and his accommodation equally so. He took the key off the receptionist and headed to his room on the bottom floor; the door opened with a hollow click and creaked on its hinges. The room was a concoction of bad 80's and a rundown brothel, the walls checker black and white whilst the sheets were red and a scattering of pink heart cushions.

Dean didn't dare to relax before he set up the usual traps, it took twice as long since Sam disappeared but it was starting to become commonplace as of late. He proceeded to the bathroom to shave; he hadn't made the Holy Water yet and he needed to fix himself up, what would Sammy say if I let myself go? The blade glided across his skin, scraping the hairs off his face until it became a fine stubble that accentuated his jaw line, he stopped, contemplating with the blade pressed against his neck It would be so easy, his trance ended abruptly as a gust of wind swept through the entire room, "Hey Cas"

"Don't hey me, you send me away and then you go to a demon?!" he was indignant

"Have you been spying on me?" his voice flirtatious and accusing, causing Cas to be stunned in silence.

"No...I was just watching, demons don't really agree with me" a half smile creeping across his lips at his huge understatement.

"Well I'm fine," Dean brushed off the other mans worries

"No you're not fine. Don't go."

"What? I'm not going anywhere," he lied through his teeth. Shit he knows!

"Do you forget, I can read your mind."

"Fine. But how are you gonna stop me. You and what fuckin' army," he signalled to the surrounding space punctuating his point.

Cas closed the distance between them, looking up slightly they were a hairs breadth away "Do you forget? I'm stronger than you, I pulled you out of hell," the heat and sweetness from his breath warmed Deans skin and flared his nostrils "I can stop you." He pushed Dean's sleeve up and placed his hand on the imprint that remained just below his shoulder.

Deans muscles flexed instinctually "Cas remember what we talked about-personal space," he placed a hand on the angels chest.

"Sorry," the grunt like that of a scorned child, he sat down on the end of the king sized bed. Dean wiped his face with the complimentary towel.

"Come on, you know you'll never stop me," he looked down at the man that was uncomfortably perched on the mattress. He looked completely disheartened, his eyes glistening with restrained despondency. Dean spoke again "For fuck sake, we're going."

"Where?" the trepidation evident

"Out. I'm not spending tonight staring aimlessly at these walls when there's perfectly good places to drink and have fun. Here." He ended his rant with passing the coat back to its owner.

"Thanks," he wore it straight away; it smells different...like Dean.

~xXx~

Girls danced provocatively against poles their skin clad in minimalist costumes, Dean fit right in hollering and wolf whistling at the performers. They came on strong, Cas immediately deduced as he scarcely looked at the women, he stared fixated on the honey coloured drink in front of him. Dean slapped him on the arm "Dude, you've got company...Cas!"

"What?" he glanced upwards at the curvaceous blonde, her assets on show, borderline exhibitionist that did nothing but intimidate the mild-mannered goody two shoes. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Oh it's ok baby," her voice sickly sweet indistinguishable whether it was all an act or the girl herself "let's just have some fun, ok?"

Cas stared at Dean a silent plea passing between their eyes; he did nothing but smirk as the angelic virgin was pulled into the back by his tie. The party didn't last long as it turned sour; a shrill shriek reverberated from behind the silk curtain.

"Sicko" the girl screamed a harsh slap connecting with the boys' face he was taken aback as he held his cheek in his hand. "Security, security," she bellowed out.

"We're going don't worry" as he escorted Cas into the back alley, "what was that about?"

"Nothing," the gruff, gravelly manner alerting the taller boy to what happened

"Di-did you use your mind mojo?"

"Yes, she seemed upset so I told her it's not her fault that her father ran away from home."

"And you think that qualifies as something ok to say."

"Yes." The assurance at which he declared his answer caused Dean to slap the choir boy around the back of his head out of sheer astonishment.

After their less than stellar sexual antics, they hit the bar ordering round after round of sweet alcoholic nectar, Cas just drank and drank the rim of the glass never leaving his lips for more than 2 seconds at a time. "Slow down, there's plenty more where that came from."

"I'm not, how do you say it? Pissed."

"It doesn't mean you have to be." As he reached for Cas' glass.

"Stop. I want to be, I want to forget."

Surprisingly it took another half an hour for the liquid courage to have an effect on the man's body, His speech became slurred and his thoughts muddled and incoherent, he leant on the muscular arm of his friend until he was carried back to the room.

~xXx~

Dean placed him on the bed, and wrestled him out of his clothes. He lay there mentally disjointed and fascinated by the incandescent light fixtures that hung from the ceiling. Dean did exactly the same and pulled the sheets over them "Looks like we have to share," he clicked his fingers in the others inebriated face "stay on your side."

"I can't sleep," he nudged "Dean I can't sleep."

"Shhh" forcibly trying to quieten the rambunctious boy

"Nooooo."

Dean spun around and came to face to face "Cas you son of a bitch, personal space."

"Why do you keep on going on about this personal space? Don't do this; don't do that, just sit there Cas. How about you shut up...bastard!"

Dean was bewildered at the sudden change in persona "What did you just say?" he was less violent and more intrigued.

"Bastard," he giggled "or dick whatever really. You know you've always amazed me, how can a person so handsome be such a sarcastic son of a bitch. I've always noticed you, don't think I haven't. The way you call my name, the way you were jeans so fitting I can see some major crotch." Dean felt a hand glide across his stomach until fingers fumbled with the last scrap of fabric privacy, it slipped inside and slowly started to tug. The desperate need for friction causing the hunter to moan, he grabbed the other mans pants and removed them. They fondled each other their movements becoming erratic with sexual electricity.

Cas' hand was knocked away as Dean turned himself upside down; they were face to face with each other's erections. Anxiety crawled under the covers with them as their inexperience became apparent; Dean initiated it, a quick taste with the tongue. Cas returned the favour until they were both quaking messes unravelling under the partners touch, bobbing and sucking as they both reached climax in unison. They swallowed and Dean reclaimed his original position of face to face. Cas' head lolled into the crook of Dean's neck finding solace in the all-man, all-muscle unexplored kingdom.

"Dean?" the afterglow causing his words to slow.

"Yeah," he answered simply

He drifted into purgatory the realm between dream and reality, "Thank you. When I'm with you I feel...I'm at my most human, most normal." They drifted off to sleep simultaneously listening to the lullaby of their slowly intertwining hearts.