It wasn't blazing heat that came from Castiel's fingertips. The bright white light of his true form as it approached and gripped Dean caused the man to squeeze his eyes shut, and then, the sensation was that of ice. Icy blistering cold on his soul. Burning him, leaving a mark, as he felt himself rising out of the darkness and fire, up into the light.
Dean gasped and sat up straight, shuddering a little as his arm tingled. His body was tense, shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat. He looked around and got his bearings, furrowing his brows as he took in the features of this room. It was a motel room, just like any other.
"Dean? You were having a nightmare again."
Dean glanced down at his side, and under the covers, eyes wide and curious as they stared up at him, was Castiel. His head tilted a little, curling toward Dean on his pillow as Dean sank back down and curled up with Castiel.
"Yeah… I… I've been having it a lot lately…" Dean said gruffly, letting Castiel run his fingers over his body in a soothing manner. The touch of Castiel's callous hand was a comfort for Dean, and he gladly took in the sensation, closing his eyes.
"Perhaps it's because we have begun sharing ourselves more abundantly in the physical sense… I'm sure that it is merely a side effect…" Castiel explained, narrowing his eyes and leaning in, his lips ghosting over Dean's, letting Dean's lips come to him. Dean pressed forward, kissing him. His eyes slipping shut as he leaned into the warm feeling that spread through him. The tingling warmth contrasted with the cool sensation that moved through the mark on his arm, sending a shiver down his spine.
Castiel ran his fingers down Dean's chest, his hand sliding down between Dean's legs, toying with the waistband of the hunter's boxers. Dean broke the kiss, smirking.
"You are like an addiction, Dean Winchester… I should not be doing this with you…" Castiel said in a husky whisper.
"Cas, it's a little late to be having second thoughts now…" Dean teased.
There was a groan from the bed only feet away from them.
"Would you two shut up! I'm trying to sleep and I don't feel like trying to drown out the sound of you two and your heavy petting session all night…"
Dean chuckled and propped himself up, looking over at Sam with a smirk.
"Sorry Sammy…" he said with a little laugh. Castiel cleared his throat.
"Perhaps from now on we should get our own room?" the angel offered. Dean nodded, kissing Castiel again, sliding his own hand down Castiel's boxers, gripping his manhood tightly, giving him a stroke, drawing a strangled and raspy groan from the angel.
"Yeah. We'll have to remember that for next time…"
Sam rolled his eyes, pulling his pillow over his head and rolling over, doing his best to ignore the sounds of romance coming from the bed bedside him.
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