It turns out while Dean had been busy; Sam had managed to find some clues to the location of the seal using the books from the local library. After comparing the information to articles he found online, all the signs led to an old abandoned house near the outskirts of town. According to some of the locals the place was rumored to be bad luck. Anyone who tried to move into the house would die shortly after. Every death that had occurred on the property was either a murder or suicide. Given everything that Sam had learned the property was their best chance and finding the seal.

But in the end after all their hard work finding the location, it really didn't matter. Shortly after the Winchester brothers arrived at the old barn, Uriel and Castiel appeared before them and ordering them to leave immediately. Sam tried his best to argue with them, telling them that maybe they could help but it was useless. Uriel was pissed off, more so than usual. Somehow it all seemed to be directed at Dean. It was obvious that he was straining to control himself but the fact that he was constantly glaring at Dean gave it away. Sam didn't know what his brother could have done to piss him off but he kind of a feeling that Dean did. He only hoped that his brother would tell him what happened.

During the long car ride back to the motel, Dean went on a rant about angels, mainly Uriel. Sam hardly listened to him though, instead he was thinking about recent past events. First his brother had a wet dream about Castiel, and then he didn't answer his phone right away when he called to get picked up. Normally Dean was better about answering his phone especially when the two of them split up. Plus he sounded breathless when he answered. When he tried to ask him about it, Dean told him that he had just finished interviewing another person and couldn't answer the phone at the time. Sam knew his brother well enough to know when he was lying but he couldn't figure out why. After Uriel's behavior in the barn it could only mean that Dean did something really bad and it involved Castiel somehow.

It was late at night when Castiel came to check on the Winchester brothers, mainly one Winchester in particular. Quietly he watched as Dean slept peacefully. There was a hint of drool coming out of the corner of his opened mouth as he snored; it made him look like a little kid. He knew that it was hard for Dean to sleep well ever since Hell. To help he had started visiting the hunter late at night and gently caressing his face, staying until the nightmares didn't return. It seemed that his efforts had been useful. Slowly Dean was beginning to sleep regularly without his assistance.

Seeing Dean so relaxed and vulnerable was almost heartwarming. It made the angel seriously considered not even waking him. But the truth was that he wanted to talk to Dean and he could watch him sleep anytime he desired, assuming he wasn't needed elsewhere.

"Dean," he said.

Immediately Dean jolted awake from the sound of his voice, reaching around for a weapon. It only took him a moment to realize that Castiel sitting on the bed, curiously looking down at him. The moment their eyes connected, everything felt surreal and part of Dean still wondered if he was dreaming.

Dean looked over his shoulder to the other bed and saw the bed was empty. He felt slightly overcome with panic. Sam had promised him that he wouldn't leave the room late at night anymore.

"Where's Sam?"

"He's … around."

Dean slowly laid back down in his bed, still feeling a little on edge. He knew that either Sam was out with Ruby and Castiel had come to tell him or he was still sleeping and Sam had never left. He really hoped it was the latter of the two.

"I came to congratulate you for a job well done."

Dean huffed out a small laugh, "Now I know I'm dreaming."

"Also I wanted to speak to you privately," Castiel licked his lips, "About what we did…"

"About that…," Dean tried to interrupt.

Dean didn't seriously think he would get sent back to Hell for fooling around with one of Heaven's angels. There are probably worse crimes than that or at least he hoped. But the last thing he didn't want to hear was that his actions had caused Castiel to fall.

"Let me finish," Castiel ordered and Dean reluctantly shut his mouth. Castiel knew how Dean's mind worked and what kind of conclusions he was coming up with. That was why he had even bothered to come in the first place. It wasn't just to congratulate him but rather to explain himself. He didn't want to put any unnecessary pressure on his beloved hunter. Dean was going to have enough difficult choices to make in the future.

"I want to experience more."

Dean was surprised his statement, "Won't your boss have a problem with that?"

Castiel shyly looked away from him as if he was embarrassed. Dean could almost swear he could see a faint blush on the angel's face.

He weakly smiled, "I asked."

"And he's fine with it?"

"Yes."

Dean was visibly shocked. He didn't know a lot about the bible but after what happened with Anna, he knew angels weren't allowed to experience emotions. It was against their rules. They suppose to be as emotionally cold, yet right in front of him was an angel blushing from embarrassment. The very same angel who he had not only pushed down onto the seat but had been kissing like his life depended on it. Dean couldn't help but wonder how much of what Anna had told him before was true.

"I thought you guys weren't allowed to experience, well anything."

Castiel's blue eyes felt like they were peering into his soul when the angel looked at him.

"I have been given special permission."

"Right ... What about your ... vessel?"

"It's not a problem."

It was obvious that Dean was having a hard time believing him. He had expected it. As much as he loved Dean, he knew the man was never one to have faith. It had taken his own appearance to prove to him that angels were indeed real. There was only one thing he could do to prove what he said was true. The only thing that ever made Dean believe something wasn't words but with physical proof. Castiel leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips.

The moment they kissed, the overwhelming need and the feelings of lust, flowed back into his body. It was like experiencing some kind of love drug. He had become addicted to Castiel. Every touch and taste of him made Dean want him even more. Dean grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled the angel down on top of him. The position wasn't his first choice but at the moment he didn't care. He wanted nothing more than to pin Castiel down on the bed, and fuck until they were both exhausted. He didn't even know if it was possible to wear an angel out but at least he would have fun trying.

Dean quickly undid his tie and threw it off the bed, while practically ripping open the buttons of his shirt. His aggressiveness was almost overwhelming to the inexperience angel. The ferocity of Dean's kisses and feeling of warm hands on his stomach and chest was intoxicating. Castiel felt like he was beginning to understand why some of his brothers had chosen to fall. The pleasure of the flesh was undeniable and to experience it with the human he loved, he felt grateful.

The vessel's body turned out to be in better shape than Dean had originally thought it would be. The tax accountant getup was apparently misleading. His body was paler in complexion than his own yet almost as toned. Somehow he always thought the holy tax accountant's body would be skinny and soft. He couldn't find any traces of scars from being shot and stabbed, just flawless skin. But what surprised Dean the most about Castiel's body was how warm and human he felt. He could feel the vessel's heart beating beneath his hand.

Somehow he had always thought the body would feel cold even after his previous experience earlier that day.

"Dean...they're calling me," Castiel panted.

Dean was so lost in his thoughts that he almost forgot what had had been doing. He grinned to himself as he tempted Castiel into staying by grinding his body against him. Castiel moaned loudly at the sensation, something Dean doubted he had ever felt before today.

"Let them wait."

He was beginning to realize how much the angel meant to him and now he didn't want to let him leave. He couldn't let him leave yet, not while they were doing this, not until they were at least done.

Castiel pulled away from Dean to look him in the eyes. His lips were puffy and swollen from kissing but the angel's expression was serious.

"I have to leave."

Even though he said the words, he really didn't want to leave. It was obvious to both of them; in fact Dean could feel how much badly he wanted to stay.

"Tell them to wait a few minutes," Dean pleaded pulling him close again and sucking on his neck. Hands softly tracing down the lines of his abs towards his pants caused Castiel to gasp and buck his hips downward. Dean hastily unbuckled and unzipped his pants, desperately trying to reach inside to the aching hardness that was grinding painfully against his own.

"Meet me at nine Thursday …" he shuddered as Dean started to stroke him through his boxers, "in the bathroom of the … abandoned gas station."

Whether he consciously aware of it or not, Castiel was moving in synch with the pace of his hand.

"The one you passed ... ahh ... on your way into … uh ...town."

Just as Dean was about to finally reach into the angel's boxers, Castiel vanished leaving him with his hand in mid-air.

"Damn it Cas!" he shouted out loud.

Dean was pissed that they couldn't wait a few more minutes. He was on the verge of exploding. He was especially pissed at Castiel for just leaving him like that. Now he had no choice but to deal with it on his own like some horny teenager. Carefully Dean unzipped his own pants, reached into his boxers and started stroking himself. In his mind he was imagining that Castiel hadn't left and they had been able to continue their ministrations.

"Dean?" He could faintly hear his brother's voice. He ignored it. It was past the point of return for him. He kept his eyes closed and held onto image of Castiel's moaning above him, the look of lust in his eyes.

"Dean?" Sam nudged his brother's shoulder with his hand.

Dean's eyes snapped open from his touch, waking from his dream.

"What?!"

He hadn't meant to shout. The shock from being woken up at that particular moment was hard for him, given his current situation. Luckily for him, it was fairly hidden under the sheets of the motel bed. When he finally looked at his brother he instantly notice how sad and guilty Sam looked for disturbing him.

"Sorry."

Dean always hated when he had that look. It made him feel like an asshole of a big brother.

"It's ok. I'm about to go get lunch. Do you want anything?"

It just occurred to him that he had slept through breakfast. There were few times in his life that he ever slept that late. Dean couldn't help but wonder if Castiel had been playing with time again. Dean really didn't want his brother to figure out what exactly he had been dreaming about. Carefully he sat up and shifted the position of his legs to help hide his problem.

"Um get me what I had yesterday."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Sam headed towards the door of their room before looking at him, "I'll be back soon."

"Take your time," said Dean as he watched the door closed.

Author notes: Yay! I'm happy I finally got to update this one. It's getting harder and harder to find time to be able to write.

Everything happens so fast yet reviews/hits reminded me that people are reading my work and it makes me happy to know that others enjoy what I write. Reviews/hits are a good motivator.

Bonus note for all the 'On the road again' fans I may have found a way to continue it. ;) Which I have to say is a little funny now that the total number of hits for that one has passed the total number of words. (Check my profile for the status of any of my projects)

As for all the Misha Collins fans I just have to say wow. I saw quite an interesting video with him. I'm sure by now some of you have already seen what it is I'm talking about. If not, check out videos of him on Nip/Tuck. (If you were a fan before you will be after watching the video).

I'll never be able to look at Castiel the same way ever again and if by some miracle meet the actor in real life, I'm not sure I'll be able to look him in the eyes without giggling.

Also if any of you would be up for helping with a contest please see my profile for more information.