There was a faint whurring sound as the air conditioning kicked on, as Sam had finally figured out how to fix it. "Fucking finally," he murmured under his breath, hoisting himself off of the floor. Now he didn't have to listen to Dean's complaints about the heat; if only he could get Dean to shut up about the Trials. He came back upstairs, looking down at his hands as he wiped the grease off of them.

"Finally fixed the AC," he announced proudly, his chest puffed out ever so slightly as he barged back into the room, planning on getting right back on his computer.

Dean found himself leaning in, staring desperately at Cas' lips. He wanted to to kiss him. He wanted it desperately. He was about to give in, kiss him, when he heard Sam. He shot back, looking up at Sam when he walked in. "It's about time Sam. Seriously."

Sam shrugged, looking between the two of them. "Yeah… well it's on now." He furrowed his brow, knowing that something was wrong.

Cas gasped when Sam walked in, his eyes flying open and his wings flapping and shuddering violently. "Sam!" Castiel's voice cracked slightly, turning to look at the taller man. "Thank you," he added quickly, noticing just how much his palms were sweating. "I…"

Castiel had no explanation, he only hoped that Sam hadn't seen him leaning in to kiss Dean. Cas had wanted it to happen, though. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his pillowy and pink lips around Dean's and…Cas took a sharp intake of breath, attempting to dispel all other thoughts from his head.

Sam's eyes widened when he noticed Cas' wings, wondering how he had missed them when he first walked in. He'd never seen them before, and he couldn't help noticing them now. "Woah, Cas… Nice wings."

The comment was completely innocent, Dean knew that. But that didn't make the anger pooling in his gut any less real. He didn't like Sam seeing Cas' wings. He didn't want anyone seeing Cas' wings. He couldn't explain it, didn't want to have to. But it was getting harder and hardy to deny that there was something between them more than a simple friendship.

Castiel smiled at Sam's comment, turning to prune one of his feathers. "Thank you," he said quietly, looking down at the black feathers curling over his arm. Cas was incredibly proud of his wings; they were the most beautiful over all of his brothers' and sisters'. It was nice to finally share them with Dean.

Suddenly, something flared up in Cas. He didn't want Sam seeing his wings. He didn't mind, really, but he felt like only Dean should be allowed to look at and admire the appendages. Cas shifted uncomfortably, the muscles of his back tense as his wings flapped, obviously out of agitation. Why did Sam have to come in just then?

"Well, I'm gonna hit the shower," Dean said, standing up, hoping that the bulge in his jeans wasn't painfully obvious. He cast a look to Cas, then turned on his heel.

He didn't want Cas to follow him up to the bathroom. He really didn't want Cas to follow him, to join him in the shower. He really, really didn't want that.

Or, maybe he did.

But he wasn't going to admit that, even when he was undressing, peeling layers of clothing off, imagining a pair of big blue eyes staring into his as hands not belonging to him worked his clothes off.

Castiel watched as Dean left the room, his eyes trailing after the hunter. He wanted to get up and follow Dean into the shower; spread his wings and wrap them around Dean, pull him close. Cas cleared his throat a few moments after Dean was out of sight and looked back up at Sam with a meek smile. "Well, I'm just…"

Cas stood, not finishing his sentence, the clothes that he had shed in tow, as he walked methodically out of the room towards the bedroom that Dean said he could stay in. Castiel sat down on the bed, his wings still out, with his hands on his lap. He was still painfully hard, a small grunt slipping from his lips as he thought of Dean undressing for his shower. Where were these thoughts coming from? Why were they so suddenly invading his brain? Castiel's wings shuddered, a few feathers falling onto the mattress. He reached up to stroke the tips, closing his eyes as he imagined a certain green eyed hunter's hands in place of his own. "Dean…" The name was nothing but a whisper, a prayer almost, out to Dean. Cas needed him. Badly. So very badly that he was tempted to meander into the bathroom down the hall.

Dean stepped into the shower, moaning softly as the hot water hit his body. His cock ached, and Dean gave in, taking it in hand, wishing it was Cas' hand. There was no point in denying it now. He wanted him. Needed him.

What he wouldn't give to have Cas there with him.

Castiel couldn't stand it any longer; if his hard cock was stuck in his pants for a moment longer, he'd probably explode. He stood and removed his pants and boxers in one go, almost ripping both in the process. Castiel immediately fell back onto the bed, feathers floating up around him.

He grabbed his cock with one hand, the other reaching to his side to stroke his feathers. Castiel had never done this before, he'd merely seen it in The Pizza Man. But somehow, he knew exactly what to do; he knew what to do to make himself feel good.

Castiel slowly began pumping his fist over his cock, his thumb sweeping over the sensitive head, spreading around the sticky substance that was already dribbling. "Dean." Castiel's voice was wrecked as he whispered this man's name. This incredible, beautiful, amazing man whom he wanted with his entire soul.

Dean groaned, pressing his back against the shower wall, hissing at the contrast of cold tile against fevered skin. He couldn't help the way Cas' name ripped itself from his lips. He imagined Cas on his knees, looking up at Dean as he batted his big baby blues, his plump lips wrapped around Dean's dick.

The thought alone was enough to cause a fat pearl of precome to collect at the slit. He smeared it over the head, using it as extra lubrication as his hand gripped tight around his cock, slowly stroking himself. It wasn't near as good as he imagined Cas' mouth to be, but god, it felt good to get some release.

Castiel moaned as his hand moved up and down his cock, over and over, slowly gaining speed. All he could imagine was Dean's hands on him, just as they had been on his wings. Those warm calloused hands working his cock. Cas squeezed, his body shuddering with the pleasure coursing through him. He'd never felt this way in his entire life, so completely consumed with emotion.

He kept thinking of Dean. Of Dean in the shower, Dean between his legs, Dean in the Impala, Dean on his knees, Dean looking down at him, Dean inside of him, Dean on top of him, Dean underneath him… "Dean," Cas moaned, louder this time, forgetting his surroundings. His muscles began to tighten, his breath hitching each time as he pumped his fist faster over his cock.

Dean cried out, cumming harder than he had in ages. He wished he could deny that it was Cas' name on that sprang from his lips as he came, shuddering and groaning in the shower. But there was no denying it now. Dean was absolutely, one hundred and ten percent certain that somewhere along the way he had fallen in love with his best friend.

Castiel was so close. So close to what, though? He felt like a release was coming and it was coming fast. His muscles tightened and he writhed on the bed, squirming as he stroked his feathers and cock in tandem. He came hard, his whole body taught as cum shot out in thick, long ropes across his stomach and onto his wings. Dean's name escaped Castiel's lips over and over, a soft plea for the man who he loved and needed and wanted so very much.

Dean panted, trying to catch his breath. God, this was bad, very bad. He couldn't be in love with Cas.

He straightened up, moving back under the stream of water to clean up. He'd deal with this later, when the blood returned to his brain. No matter what, he knew he couldn't tell Cas, or Sam for that matter.

Castiel lay on the bed, panting, trying to regain control of himself. His hands were sprawled out, one on his wing and the other on his hip bone. He didn't know what to do now, about the mess or about how he felt towards Dean. Castiel's eyes fell closed, breathing heavily still.

The thoughts coursing through Cas' head were endless and he could think of nothing else besides Dean and what he could possibly say or do about the situation. Castiel's legs fell open, his muscles tired from his...activities. He didn't even realize that his door was wide open and that Sam or Dean could walk by at any moment and see him sprawled out like a used whore on his bed, feathers everywhere. But he couldn't bring himself to care about or think about anything besides his Dean. Yes...that sounded perfect. His Dean.