Chapter Four.

Dean woke with a start, looking around the room in search of Cas. He found him sitting in a chair watching some show on TV. He let the memories of last night flood his head. Okay, I made out with Cas... I'm not gay. Maybe I am. No. It's Cas, he's different. It's just Cas. I wouldn't go out and make out with any dude on the street. Just Cas.

Cas glanced behind his shoulder at Dean, who looked deep in thought. He stood slowly, "Good morning, Dean." He offered a small smile which Dean returned after a minute.

"Heya, Cas. What're you watching?" Dean rolled over and off of the bed. He walked into the bathroom before Cas could tell him the answer. Get it together. This is fine. It's just Cas. He washed his face and patted it dry with the only towel that hung in his hotel room. He pulled the towel down his face and almost jumped when he saw Castiel standing behind him in the mirror.

"Damn it, Cas! You can't creep up on people like that!" He turned around and swallowed as quietly as he could. Their faces just inches apart, Dean could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest.

Castiel just examined him with his cocked to the side. "What am I learning today?"

Dean let out a small exhale, "I figure you could learn a thing or two about foreplay."

Cas took a step back to allow Dean out of the bathroom, "Foreplay?"

"Yeah, it's the before sex stuff." Dean tried to sound casual, didn't really work though.

"So, we will bring a woman back here?" Cas pulled his eyebrows together. "If I can be honest, Dean. I'd rather learn these things with you first. I don't want some random woman being objectified while you do things to her, and I take notes."

Dean thought about it for a minute, "Yeah, alright. But nothing too hands on."

Cas simply nodded, he knew Dean would change his mind in the heat of the moment. He smiled to himself. His plan to have Dean to himself tonight worked.

"Alright, if we're gonna do this... I'm going to need some liquid courage. I'm runnin to the liquor store, need anything?" Dean asked slipping his boots on.

Cas shook his head, "No. I will wait here."

"Sounds good. Be back in a minute." He grabbed the keys to Baby and left the room. He fished in his pocket for his phone and pushed call on Sam's name.

He answered in two rings. "Hey Dean."

"Hey, how's it going?" Dean asked putting the car in reverse.

"It's good. I just finished that vamp and picked up on another case not too far from here. I should be back in about a week."

"You going to okay by yourself?" Dean asked, his nerves on edge.

"I'll be fine. How's teaching Cas going?"

Dean could hear the sarcasm and humor in Sam's voice.

"It's going. Listen, if you need backup, just call."

"Alright, bye Dean."

Dean clicked the end button and pulled into a parking spot at the liquor store. Whiskey should do the trick.

Ten minutes later he was back at the hotel. He turned the key in the door handle and pushed it open, Cas stood there. He immediately helped Dean with the bags.

"How much liquid courage do you need?" He asked, looking at the bags, then at Dean.

"There was a sale." Dean said defensively, shrugging.

Cas smiled, of course there was a sale.

Dean poured himself a drink and downed it, immediately pouring another one. He walked over to Cas and stood in front of where he was sitting. Castiel looked up at him, his mouth opened slightly and Dean could see him inhale. Dean put his hand on the back of Castiel's neck and leaned down keeping his face about an inch from Cas. "What do you want me to do, Cas?" He whispered against Castiel's lips.

Cas shuddered, and leaned in. Dean immediately backed up, smirking. "Oh no, not yet. I want you to really want it."

Cas let out a frustrated sigh and stood. Even though Dean was taller, Cas was more intimidating. He gave Dean a look that would send anyone over the edge. Dean let out a gasp and sat on the edge of the bed, his heart racing.

Cas stood in front of him and let his left eyebrow arch, "You were saying?"

Dean loved how he felt under the angel's stare, he felt the urge to drop to his knees and do whatever Cas told him to. He resisted, of course.

"On your knees, Dean."

Dean looked up in surprise. Maybe I'm not thinking. Maybe I'm praying.

He used that to his advantage. He prayed to Cas in his head, telling him what to do. He slid off the bed and fell to his knees, looking up at the angel.

"What now, Cas?" He didn't recognize his own voice, it was musky and wanting.

Pull out your dick, tell me to put it in my mouth, he silently prayed.

Cas sucked in a shallow breath, watching and hearing Dean pray to him.

He slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. He felt free with Dean, he felt no shame.

He smirked, "Put it in your mouth, Dean."

Cas's voice made Dean crazy, feeling his own cock jump to the sound of it. He reached out for Cas, but Cas backed up.

"Your mouth, not your hand." Cas sounded confident, rough.

Dean's mouth began to water. He crawled forward slightly, taking the head of Cas into his mouth.

Cas let out a strong sigh, "Oh, Dean." His words sounded like he was praising.

Dean began moving faster, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm around Cas. He moaned every time Cas said his name, making him work harder. He began to feel the angel tense beneath him. Come in my mouth, Castiel. Dean prayed silently, hoping Cas could hear it. Cas looked at him in total awe, "Anything for you." He released himself into Dean's mouth, shouting his name incoherently over and over. Dean swallowed every drop, his eyes closing in the pleasure of just getting Cas off.

Dean let Cas fall out of his mouth, his breathing ragged and sharp. Cas lifted him onto the bed, showing how strong and in charge he was. He pulled Dean's jeans around his ankles and took Dean into his mouth. He mocked, to the best of his ability, the things Dean was doing to him.

"Oh, fuck, Cas." Dean groaned and pushed his head further into the pillows, gripping the sheets. Faster, Cas. Please. He let the prayer go, he'd meant to say it, but he knew Cas would hear it.

Cas picked up the speed, holding Dean's stomach down so he wouldn't buck off the bed too high.

Dean felt the familiar build up and let it go. Cas accepted it and swallowed, like Dean did. He looked up, eyes foggy and heavy.

"Come here, Cas."

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