**Authors Note

Hello lovelies! I'm on a fanfiction writing kick today, so here's another one.

(and yes, I know that it's short, I'm sorry) (please forgive me if this is awful)

The last job they'd work had taken a toll on Dean. He'd been so tired that when they got back to the bunker, he slept for almost two days straight. After that, Sam had left on a job and Dean was alone at the bunker. He'd been drinking himself into oblivion almost daily, and then sleeping it off. Today was no different. Around noon Dean had had his first drink of whiskey, and since then he'd only kept drinking.

By now, it was nearly 10pm and Dean was quite drunk. He stumbled into his room, promptly passing out on his bed.

Cas runs his hands over Dean's chest, his nails making Dean shiver. His hands slip lower, tracing the dip of Dean's hips. Dean moans, pressing his hips into Cas's hand, grinding his hips.

"Please, Cas, please."

The angel undoes Dean's belt, undoing the button of his jeans. Sliding his jeans down his hips, Cas admires Dean's body, laying trail of kisses along his hip, hot breath ghosting over Dean's erection. His touch drives Dean insane, practically making Dean whimper, and Dean Winchester does not whimper. Cas smooth hands slid off Dean's boxers, letting Dean's hardness spring free. Cas lowers his mouth, laying a trail of kisses along the tip and along the vein on the underside of Dean's dick. The angel's kisses make Dean moan, begging Cas for more.

"Turn over," the angel barks, slapping Dean's firm ass, "now."

Dean rolls onto his stomach, moaning in need. Cas kneels over Dean, kissing the spot behind Dean's ear. Dean can feel Cas's erection pressing into his ass, pressing his hips into the angel's crotch. The weight of Cas leaves Dean body, making him whimper at the loss. Cas walks to the dresser, grabbing a small bottle. Dean moans, realizing what comes next. Cas returns to the bed, removing his clothes with a snap of his fingers. Cas snaps the lid off the bottle, pouring a generous amount of the cool liquid over his fingers. At a moan from Dean, Cas leans down, kissing Dean's back as he runs a finger down his ass, circling Dean's hole. Slowly, Cas pressing his finger into Dean, kissing his shoulders as he presses further in, adding another finger. It makes Dean whimper, bucking his hips in time with the motion of Dean's fingers. Cas moves his fingers, pressing them ever so slightly into the soft spot that makes Dean squirm. Begging for more, Dean twists his fingers into the sheets, writhing on the bed. Cas uses a third finger then, pushing Dean to the brink.

"Up," Cas orders, lifting Dean's hips.

Dean kneels on the bed, pressing his hips into Cas. Finally, Cas presses into Dean, alternating slow soft thrusts and fast hard thrusts. It drives Dean crazy, pushing him ever further toward the edge. Just before Dean reaches his climax, Cas reaches around Dean, wrapping his fingers around Dean's throbbing dick. Pumping and thrusting at the same time, Dean comes in seconds, collapsing onto the bed.

"I love you, Cas."

"I love you too, Dean."

They lay together, Cas's arm draped gently over Dean, their naked bodies pressed together. Dean takes the angel's hand, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. They lay like that for hours, slowly dozing in and out of sleep.

When Dean wakes with his head in pressed against the angel's chest, the angel pressing a kiss to Dean's neck.

"Hello Dean."