So sorry for not updating but college and work really occupy my time. Reviews really really drive me to make time to If I got a massive surge of them I'd definitely spend time during my break at school on story ideas. I decided the last draft I did of this story was not what I wanted so I'm re uploading this. I really want to know what you guys think, possible relationship developments? Transitions? Pranks? TELL ME FANGIRLS. AND IT SHALL BE~ haha but no really, I don't bite unless you're into that sorta thing : )

"DEAN COME ON!" Sam screamed as he pounded on their motel door.

" I LEFT MY KEY IN THE ROOM BY ACCIDENT"

He stopped pounding when he heard the familiar sound of a lock being released. Ready to enter the room he went to step forward when he stepped back instead. It wasn't Dean that greeted him, it was a very angry looking man. He was probably in his 40's, graying hair, a little shorter than sam and sporting a death glare.

"YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD DAMN REASON FOR BEATIN ON MY DAMN DOOR THIS LATE AT NIGHT. I HAVE HALF A MIND TO BEAT YOUR GIGANTOR ASS"

Holding his hands up in front of his body defensively he attempted to calm the man down. "Woah I'm so sorry I could've sworn this was my room." Scratching his head sheepishly he explained "There's no need for a fight I'll just call my brother, sorry for the trouble"

The man calmed down a bit but he still seemed livid. "Sorry for snapping at you, it's just that I've been driving all night and I come here and book this room. Wouldn't you know I come in and there's a huge disgusting stain on the couch. Just my luck right? Fucking people can't even clean a damn room properly"

He looks like he's going to turn away when he asks " Hey if you can't find your brother you should ask up front. If you go on up there could you ask them to send a bloody maid or something? I mean it looks like somebody had a little too much fun with the pay per view"

Furrowing his brow he stared for a minute realizing what was being said " Oh. gross.."

"I'll say" the man said as he closed the door with force.

"what the hell" Sam whispered under his breath as he reached for his phone. Before he could dial Deans number the door to the left opened and a familiar face peered out.

"Dean! Are you serious!" Sam asked incredulously.

"What?" Dean asked like he truly had no idea.

"Why didn't you come out earlier! You let that guy chew me out! Actually why didn't you call me and tell me we switched rooms!" He huffed out incredulously. Ultimately defeated by his brothers nonchalant attitude.

"Chill out OCD, I live in the moment" He said with that dazzling smile that was Dean.

"Get in here before that guy comes back"

"Whatever" Sam spit out and followed Dean into their new room.

It was basically the same setup except there was only one big bed instead of two smaller ones. Before Sam could even say anything Dean spoke " Ah yeah sorry Mr. Moose, looks like you're huggin cushions tonight, I called the bed"

"What! Dean that's not even fair, I wasn't even here!" Sam whined.

"Oldest makes decisions. Suck it up crybaby" He said and smiled as he stretched out on the bed arching his back and making little stretching moans.

He had just closed his eyes when he heard Sam say something about pie. how did I forget the pie? So he sat upright to look at Sam.

"What took you so long to get the pie anyway?"

Sam arched an eyebrow and asked " Why'd you switch our room?"

"I asked you first" Dean said trying to shake the subject.

"So? I asked a counter question. Are you going to answer?"

"Nope" said Dean flatly.

Sam decided not to push seeing as he probably caught all he needed to know on his laptop.

"Okaay. Well I met a girl when I went to get your pie."

"Aha! Alright give me the pie and then tell me about her" Dean said thankful to change the subject.

"Uh alright I'll be right back it's in the car" Sam said as he rose to leave.

"Hurry up" Dean said as he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

"Again with the bossy" Sam laughed as he opened the door and headed for the impala.

"yeah yeah" Dean muttered to himself as he flipped through the channels.

Sam came back with warm apple pie and a six pack. At the sight Dean perked up and clasped his hand to his heart. " Ah do you know me or what Sammy? Man after my own heart"

Handing the pie to Dean and setting the beer on the coffee table he said " Believe me it's not the number one thing I brag about dude"

Dean sneered at him and snagged a beer from the table and cracked it open.

"This is the life, pie, beer, Dr. Sexy. What else could a man need?" After he said it he added " Oh, women. But hey you're pretty close bro"

"Yeah sure I am, Mr. oooh I drop my towel in shock when I see half naked men. total chick moment."

"Alright Sammy" Dean said with a hard jaw, " Now that I think about it I'm tired. I'm gonna hit the mattress. Enjoy the cushions Sammyboy" Sam saw the smirk and then Dean was in his bed still and quiet.

Sam sat on the couch watching the animal planet for a while until he was sure Dean was asleep. He spotted his laptop on the bathroom sink. He wasn't exactly sure why it was in there but he knew he would find out everything. Getting up quietly he rummaged around his bag to find his headphones and headed for the bathroom. He plugged them in, locked the bathroom door and sat down on the counter. First he made it so it stopped recording and then opened the program so he could watch the footage.

He watched through what he was there for but his jaw dropped open when Dean left to get a coke. CAS? As he watched he was totally flabbergasted. When Dean came back and sat down with his coke he saw him grip the can tight and bite his lip. Then let out the tiniest repressed moan and grab the cushion with his free hand. Dean tried to get up it seemed but he was somehow pinned down. The can in his hand began to tip on its own accord, drenching Deans pants and shirt. Dean looked angry now. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? YOU WANT ME NAKED?" he screamed throwing the soda. Some of it splashed on Sams computer. Sam watched as Dean stripped out of his wet clothes till he was only in boxers. When he did so it was like he was being hit with pleasure waves. His body was jerking and lifting and his head thrown back exposing his neck. All the while the moans that wracked through his body. Sam thought about stopping because he was actually getting kind of turned on. That was wrong... but the hardness in his jeans begged to differ. Watching Dean moan and move was making him uncomfortable in his jeans. He watched as his cock suddenly became known as Dean wrestled it from his boxers. That's all he managed to do when he let out a deep moan and threw his head back his eyes squeezed shut. It was in this moment Sam said "holy shit" out loud. There between Deans legs was Cas, his head bobbing up and down on Deans cock. His big hands on either side of Deans thighs. Sam watched as Cas ran his hands up and down Deans body, Seemingly paralyzing Dean with pleasure. Everywhere that Cas came in contact with would react so strongly it was as if he was radiating pleasure from his fingertips.. Then Dean began to speak and Sammy couldn't stand it. "oh fuck" Dean moaned. speaking to no one. Sam set the computer on the counter and unbuttoned his pants. Slipping his hand into his briefs and palming himself before he rubbed slowly moaning lowly to his brother being ravaged unrelentingly... He was moaning at a constant rate now forgetting that he had headphones on. Watching Dean screaming now as he was about to cum. Cas reappeared and held tight to the base of Dean and the other on his balls. Cas gently squeezed and Dean exploded. Finding shelter on the couch, his chest, even as far as tv across the room. Dean was just a puppet to the pleasure, as more and more semen poured from his body. hot and sticky. his moans stifling everything in the room. Thrashing around in pure bliss fighting to catch a breath. Then n a split second Cas was gone as if he had never been more than a figment of Sam's imagination.

''SAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Dean's sleep filled voice came from the other side of the door.

'fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck' Sam had no idea what to say as he fumbled with his erection.

"Uh nothing, Just checking my email" he squeaked out.

"okay that was a stupid question on my part." Dean buzzed from the other side of the wood.

"Seeing as I know exactly what you were doing with your laptop in the bathroom at this time of night."

Sam knew he was smirking.

"No actually it's not what you think." he said as he willed his erection away thinking of monsters and Demons and dead puppies.

"Yeah I'm sure, but if you don't mind could you unlock the door before you go blind from your 'extracurricular activities' I have to pee"

"Fine Dean, Be out in a minute"

"Minute man ey?" He heard Dean say and then whistle as he walked away chuckling.

"Fuck" Sam whispered to himself. It was Cas. Cas was doing this to Dean. But the question is why? I mean aren't angels supposed to steer clear from doing the things Cas was partaking in. "What do I do?" Sam said to himself as he tucked the footage back into the folder. I'll think on it he thought to himself and then pieced together why Dean had switched their rooms.

Well only one way to find out Cas' motive. Keep recording. Sam wasn't sure if his motives were exactly all for the right reasons at the moment either.

"SAM" Dean yelled agitated from the other room.

"Coming!" Sam yelled back.

"Don't need a sexual narrative Sam" Dean said as he passed Sam walking out with his laptop.