In Which He Makes His Move: Part 2

"I know you're here, Dean. You're not so sly..." Castiel said poking at Dean. Now, Dean couldn't exactly run, where would he go, so he just stayed in place.

Future Dean spoke up now, "Cas, what?" But Castiel only replied with a shooshing sound.

"Dean..." Cas tried one more time, "maybe you should join us," he persuaded, while he unzipped future Dean's pants.

Dean doesn't move but listens as Castiel and future Dean continues to kiss sloppy and unzip things. Hesitantly Dean stood up and while looking down the hall to his AT his exit, his body led him into the room with Castiel and himself.

Future Dean said, "what the hell is this? Some sort of fetish thing? Where'd you get this guy?"

But Cas just laughed walking over to Dean and said, "no, it's you. From..." taking a pull at Dean's musky smell, "2009," he finished with a smile of high content.

Castiel reached forwards to take Dean's hand and reluctantly Dean accepted. Cas pulled him into a kiss, Dean shut his eyes, but finally he gave him and grappled at Castiel's hips. Cas reached back grabbing at future Dean drawing him in as well.