A/N: So, this one's pretty smutty.

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That's all I really have to say on the matter. Enjoy!

Dean felt himself drawn to look out the window. He didn't see anything when he turned up his head, but he felt a strange tingling in his chest that he couldn't identify.

When he calmed himself down from his minor breakdown, he picked up Sam's bag and rooted through it. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he had a feeling that he would find something incriminating inside it. Books, schoolwork, pens and pencils and a crumpled up schedule were all items that he found in the bag. Nothing that would make him think that Sam was following in Gabriel's footsteps. That is to say, no drugs.

Dean sighed and went upstairs. He tried to break into Sam's phone to read his messages. Everything he tried heralded no results. When he was locked out for half an hour, Dean gave up. He had had a long day and needed to get some sleep. He lay his head down on his pillow and was asleep within seconds.

That night, he had a dream more vivid than any he'd had in the past. It was more intense than what he had come to expect from dreams. It was also quite erotic.

The dream starred a 30-year-old Castiel, as well as a Dean of the same age. They were sitting together on a bed in a sketchy motel room. Castiel was massaging Dean's shoulders so well that the man was getting a hard-on. Dean was moaning erotically, his hips starting to buck. When he couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and attacked Castiel's mouth with his own.

He moved down to Castiel's neck and kissed it softly. With his mouth doing something so sweet and soft, the fact that his hands were undoing Castiel's zipper and pushing his pants down below his knees was, quite frankly, shocking.

When the pants were off as much as Dean was going to get them without giving up his position on Castiel's jugular, he moved his hands to his lover's tie. He loosened it and flipped it over his shoulder. Then, he started unbuttoning the shirt. There were so many buttons that he gave up halfway down.

His hands returned to below the waist and his mouth dropped a trail of kisses down the neck until he reached Castiel's collarbone. He sucked as hard as he could, occasionally taking a break to lick the angel's chest. His fingers, at a lower position, were playing with the cock that was starting to harden with one hand. The other was pressed hard into Castiel's side.

He ran his fingers around the head, massaging lightly, then harder. When Castiel was hard, Dean started to play with the foreskin. His mouth was still sucking on Castiel's collarbone. He had created a hickey so large that he was sure it wouldn't go away for weeks. With a smile, Dean continued to work at the same spot, wondering how big he would be able to get away with making it.

Dean's fingers deftly moved from the head of the penis to the base, and he began to fondle Castiel's balls. Hearing Castiel moan was such an erotic noise that Dean's movements stopped as he tried to prevent himself from coming.

When he regained control, Dean moved his other hand to Castiel's dick. One hand continued to play with the testicles while the other gripped the shaft hard, and ran his hand up and down. He continued this way until his hand started to cramp.

He then moved his head down, slowly licking from Castiel's collarbone to his pelvis. He stayed there, teasing his lover. Castiel quivered and moaned. It wasn't until his hair was gripped tight in Castiel's sweaty fist that Dean moved his head again.

He enveloped one testicle in his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks. He swished it around in his mouth slowly. Dean stretched his cheeks to try to fit both balls in his mouth at once. It was possible, but very uncomfortable for Dean. Not for Castiel, as he was groaning louder and thrusting harder into Dean's mouth.

Dean let go of the testicle he started with and tried to do the same thing to the second one. When he was positive that both balls had been equally treated, he stuck his tongue out far and licked from the base of Castiel's penis to the very head. He took his mouth away from Castiel for an extended moment before reversing the movement that he had just made.

After licking to the head again, instead of removing his mouth again, he slowly pushed Castiel's organ into his mouth. There, he sucked and bobbed his head up and down, tasting the sweet precum in his mouth.

One of Dean's hands returned to fondling Castiel's balls while he treated his lover. His own body was begging to be touched, but he was determined to focus entirely on Castiel until the angel came. When Castiel reached his hand down and squeezed Dean's own dick, the Hunter groaned intensely, biting down on Castiel.

The one being serviced groaned, and Dean was sure that it was in pain instead of pleasure so he loosened his jaw. Castiel continued to squeeze Dean, making it more and more pleasurable for him. Dean continued to groan and moan, thrusting as he was serviced. He worked hard to continue blowing Castiel until the angel gasped and came right into Dean's mouth.

Castiel's grip tightened so hard around Dean's member that it hurt, but Dean hardly noticed because the sudden taste of Castiel's semen in his mouth was so fucking amazing and he couldn't help but shout, "CAS!" as he came.

Dean awoke with a start.

He was breathing heavily and his boxers were wet. He groaned and slammed his eyes shut. He could remember the dream with perfect clarity. It wasn't the first sex dream that he'd had, but it was sure as hell the clearest. All of the others had been dim at best. With this one, it had felt as though it were actually happening. He knew who he was doing it with.

"Fuck."

He didn't understand how this had happened. Sure, he had had thoughts about boys before, but he had always assumed that it was just that he was so horny that he would do anybody. He had always solved this problem by finding a willing girl and having sex in the janitor's closet.

This time, Dean didn't think that having sex in a closet was going to make the feelings go away. He thought about Castiel and immediately got a raging hard-on. A cold shower wasn't going to cut it. Dean knew that he would have to deal with it.

He tried to think of girls; of models and actresses, but nothing worked. A stray thought of Castiel crossed his mind and it became achingly painful. Dean was so upset with himself for doing it, but he thought of the crazy boy while he masturbated. Afterwards, Dean felt ashamed. The worst part about it was that it was best god damned orgasm he had ever had.

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