Dean's heart pounded behind his ribcage as he stared at the glum angel in front of him, feeling aggravation mix with his lust. The room was tense with sexual frustration; he could practically taste it in the air. There was absolutely no way Dean could put up with this any longer. He couldn't stand the thought of Cas not being able to come; never getting to feel the sheer, untamed pleasure of it all.

"That's it," Dean growled, grabbing Cas's arm.

The man yanked the angel back toward the motel table. He tossed Cas into one of the vacant seats, briefly catching the surprised expression on his face. Dean carefully sat down in a nearby chair, maneuvering around the massive erection in his own jeans. His cock was still thick with blood from listening to Cas's cries. It was throbbing violently, begging to be catered to, but he tried his best to ignore it. Dean scooted up close in front of the timid angel, hunching over to take a deep breath.

"Show me," he stated.

Cas shifted in his seat, his throat visibly quivering as he gulped. His dark hair was still wet from his shower, dripping onto his dry clothes.

"Show you?" he said, his blue eyes looking so innocent.

Dean glanced down at Cas's lap, where he was pitching a tent with his dick. The guy was probably close to the edge when he gave up; needing just a little bit more coaxing. Dean leaned back to give Cas some room. He met the sapphire eyes again, trying to mentally organize his own motives. Dean didn't just want to see Cas's dick – though that was definitely a selfish additive – but he needed to gather information, too.

"Show me how you do it," Dean clarified, "you've gotta be doing something wrong. Even the most uptight people can make themselves come. Show me how you've been doing it, so I can help you."

Three days ago, Dean would have never said any of this shit to a guy. Never would he have imagined that he would want to watch a guy jack off, especially in hopes that he could help him...but this was different. Because this wasn't just a guy – this was Cas.

The angel took a deep breath, before reaching down to undo his pants. Dean watched with secret satisfaction as the fabric slid down to release Cas's hard cock. The dark-pink shaft bounded out, wobbling around a little, before falling against his soft white shirt. Dean gulped, hearing blood pounding in his ears. Whoa, Cas's dick was bigger than he thought it would be. Maybe it was because the cock was hard, but man. He never thought Cas was packing that much...

Dean briefly glanced up at Cas's face, hoping he wasn't uncomfortable with being stared at. Thankfully, he didn't look like he was phased by it. He met Dean's stare before speaking.

"This is the procedure I have been following, Dean," he began.

Dean watched Cas's hand raise up to the thumping shaft. Some of the angel's fingers curled back, leaving just his index and middle, as he touched it. Dean blinked, following Cas's fingers with his eyes. Cas was petting his dick, in the same way someone would pet a cat or dog. Just two fingers running to the tip, only to raise up and repeat the same single line.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean said flatly.

No wonder the poor bastard couldn't reach an orgasm. He was treating his dick like a house pet. Cas stopped, glancing back up to Dean. His eyes were full of confusion; but at the same time, still so full of curiosity. Dean could clearly see how much he wanted to get this right.

"Is this wrong?" he asked, "You told me to stroke it."

"Yeah, but with your whole hand," Dean corrected, "Here. Let me show you."

Dean leaned forward, reaching his hand out. He met Cas's eyes first, to make sure he was okay with being touched. Since he appeared willing, Dean gently took the angel's hand. He curled all of Cas's fingers around the hot shaft, holding them tight with his own hand. Using a tiny bit of force, Dean helped Cas's hand slide up and down the entire length a few times.

"Ahh,"

Dean's eyes snapped up at the deep moan. Cas's eyes were wide open, staring down at their actions with wonder. Dean's breathing picked up at the throaty sound. He could feel the heat from Cas's cock in his hand; the veins throbbing with every beat of his heart.

"This is...much better," Cas almost panted, eyes glued to his dick.

Dean gulped, holding Cas's hand a little tighter as he picked up the pace. He had been right; Cas had gotten close to the edge in the shower. Clear fluid was gradually beginning to pool at the head of the angel's dick. Again, Dean's attention was drawn to his own impatient erection. It was throbbing painfully inside his jeans, pressing firming against the fabric. He casually brought his free hand down to hold himself, but kept his eyes on Cas.

Dean noticed Cas was quickening without him. His hand was suddenly trying to catch up with Cas's, as it slid up and down the drooling cock feverishly. The angel's eyelids fell to close as air rushed in and out of his open mouth. Dean watched him climb higher and higher toward finishing; his face tightening as he stroked himself.

"Dean," he patted, his free arm bending back to clutch the chair, "Its a – approaching."

Dean stifled a groan. Hearing his name being cried with such lust in Cas's voice caused a jolt to his system. Since he wasn't able to keep up with Cas's hand, Dean let his fingers wander over the head of Cas's dick. His fingertips caressed the slit, rubbing the warm, clear fluid all around the tip. Cas's hand was moving in almost a blur; his balls bouncing with the repeated tugging. The angel was hanging on so desperately to the chair that his knuckles were turning white. Low moans were tumbling out of his open mouth in between breaths.

Dean was aching inside, just watching it all. He had recently come to the conclusion that he was somehow drawn to Cas. He had subconsciously been aware of it all along, but that damn porno had brought it to his full attention. And now, watching the angel reach his first orgasm – moaning, and clutching, and panting – Dean felt the urge to show it. Hell, his hand was already touching Cas's cock; gently rubbing the sensitive underside with the tips of his fingers while Cas stroked. What would happen if he were to lean forward and kiss his open lips?

"Ahh!" Cas panted, bringing Dean out of his thoughts, "Ahh! Yes!"

Cas's cock was suddenly shooting semen, spattering most of Dean's arm with warm white fluid. Dean's dick twitched through the fabric of his clothes as he watched, and felt, Cas coming. The angel groaned out, letting his head fall back as his hand lost rhythm. Dean's mouth ran dry as he palmed at his own crotch. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen; Cas panting and seizing up while his cock oozed white liquid down his trembling fingers. Forget porn. Dean could easily get off just watching this.

Cas's eyes slowly blinked back open, revealing hazy blue orbs. Dean studied his face, watching him slowly sit up straight. The man kept palming against his own dick. It needed to be taken out and jerked; only a few strokes and he would be following right behind Cas. But Dean could hardly move. He was fully absorbed with the angel in front of him; becoming lost in Cas's eyes as they raised to meet his.

Cas slumped forward, reaching up to cup the side of Dean's face with his dry hand. Dean held in a small noise at the feeling of Cas's touch, warm against his skin. A smile flickered on the angel's lips while he tried to catch his breath. Dean could feel the hot air brushing against his mouth.

"Thank you,...Dean," Cas said quietly, resting their foreheads together.

Everything in Dean's body wanted to lean forward and press his lips to Cas's. Every last fiber of his being wanted to close the tiny distance between their mouths; to find out if the very meaning of life was hidden inside the angel's kiss. Because, in that moment, Dean felt that if he could just get close enough to Cas, everything would suddenly make sense. The world and all it's problems could be left behind and forgotten. His soul would be utterly satisfied, if he could just -

Dean's cell phone began to ring on the table.

Cas sat up straight, his soft hand falling away from Dean's cheek. Dean blinked as he felt the sudden absence of its warmth. The angel glanced at the phone as it rang again. Dean ignored the stupid thing. To hell with whoever was calling; he was in the middle of a moment with Cas, here.

"It is most likely your brother," Cas said, carefully tucking his spent cock back into his pants, "Now that I've learned the proper technique of performing solo, I – I want to try it alone. Just as you said it is meant to be done. Perhaps I will report my progress to you later, Dean. Best of luck with your case."

"Cas," Dean gasped, unable to stop him from getting up, "are – are you sure you don't want -"

With the rustle of feathers, the angel flew away. Dean blinked at the spot he'd been standing in. Cas was gone before he even got to finish asking him to stay. The room felt suddenly cold as the phone rang again. Dean glanced around, still holding his throbbing dick. Maybe it was wrong to want to kiss Cas. The angel was blissful enough, having just had an orgasm. There was no need to add emotions to their boiling pot of sexual frustration...was there?

Dean rolled his eyes as the phone rang again. He ripped the damn thing off the table and flipped it open.

"What?" he growled.

"Hey," Sam said, "you okay?"

"Fine," Dean replied, trying to lower his level of rage, "what... what do you need?"

"Uh, these guys aren't giving up any of their blood for me. You think you can strong arm one of them? You aren't doing anything important right now, are you?" his little brother asked.

Dean's eyes fell to his arm, where Cas's come was still warm on his skin. Yes, he had been doing something important. But the moment was gone, and probably never coming back. Dean gulped as he wiped some of the white goo from his wrist.

"Not really," he forced himself to lie.


Castiel scanned the locker room, making sure it was vacant. The gym was closed; lights off, doors locked, and equipment put away. But the angel made sure no one was there, just in case. Acting solo required absolute solitude, according to Dean. And Castiel would always follow Dean's orders.

The angel disrobed himself before stepping inside one of the many shower stalls. He turned on the water, flinching slightly at the cold temperature splashing against his bare skin. The water gradually warmed, causing the air to fog with steam. A smile grew across Castiel's lips as he was reminded of the shower he had earlier that day; his first shower. Dean had helped him succeed in self-pleasure just a few short hours before. And now, Castiel was eager to accomplish it by himself.

The angel grasped his hardened shaft firmly, making sure to wrap his entire fist around it. He slowly began to stroke himself as the warm water ran over his body. He monitored his motions, observing that the sack below was swaying with his actions. The pleasure felt similar to when Dean assisted him -

But it was not the same.

Castiel's eyebrows drew together, as he continued to stroke his erection. The feeling was nice, of course; sending waves of physical pleasure to excite his body. But something was different. An element was missing, perhaps. The angel stared down at his own growing member, as if it would give him answers. Why was it impossible to perform this task alone? Why did the sensation feel so much different – so much better – when Dean was assisting him?

Castiel let go of the shaft, glancing around the dark, heated stall. Ejaculating seemed to be such an easy thing for Dean to do. The night Cas saw Dean eject the white fluid, after hearing him call his name, was the first time he'd ever witnessed the act. And the man seemed to be a professional.

The angel's thoughts caused an internal jolt to travel to his erection, causing it to twitch. Castiel looked down at the throbbing organ, blinking with a sudden realization. Perhaps this was the reason he couldn't finish; because his body was a finicky thing. It seemed to only want to respond to certain things, like thoughts of ejaculation... or Dean...

Castiel gulped, feeling nervous. He knew it was inappropriate to imagine Dean in such a way...but his erection was bouncing up and down at the mere thought of him. His sweet-smelling hair and warm emerald eyes and lightly freckled skin. Cas's hard shaft throbbed with all of these thoughts, wanting to be stroked again.

The angel suddenly ducked out of the stall, instantly clothing himself. He needed to talk to Dean again; to ask how he could go about finishing by himself and request more tips.

And also to just be in the man's awing presence once more.

(Author's Note: If any of you have seen the video of Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles, where they reenact the scene from "When Harry met Sally," you may find it interesting to know that I kept Misha's fake orgasm in mind when writing this chapter. :) Oh Misha. His vocal cries and erotic motions unknowingly fuel my dirty destiel fanfic. *laughs menacingly while rubbing hands together* Anyway, there are still a few more chapters in store! Thank you guys so much for the lovely reviews! During this time of great anxiety over the Supernatural finale, I hope I can bring a little sunshine to your life. :) Thank you all so much for reading! The next chapter will be out soon.)