Sioux Falls, SD

Appearing behind him, Castiel unfolded his arms, waiting for Dean to notice that he had returned to him. Dean's back was to him, and he was bent over, halfway in the car, unpacking and pulling out one of his duffel bags.

Dean felt a presence behind him, reached for his knife, turned to see what or who was behind him and bumped his head on the ceiling of the car. A man in a trench coat was immediately visible.

"Damn it, Cas!" he said as he dropped his bag and put his knife away. "I told you not to sneak up on me like that!"

"I am sorry. I did not mean to startle you," Castiel said.

"Well, next time you may get the knife or get yourself shot," Dean said.

"You know those things won't harm me physically," said Castiel.

"Yeah, but it might make me feel better for a few moments," Dean said irritably.

The Impala was parked out in front of the Happy Rest Motel in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. It was situated on North Cliff Avenue, across the street from a large cemetery in the northern part of town.

Dean rubbed his head over the spot that he bumped in the car. He sneered at Castiel as he went back in to grab his bag. He was in no mood for anything or anyone, due to the fact that he and Sam received reports of a possible haunting, but had nothing to go on yet. He tossed his bag onto the bed in their room and shut the door, leaving Sam inside.

"I missed you, you son-of-a-bitch," Dean said irritably.

"I missed you, too."

Dean planted a quick kiss on Castiel's lips, then only looked around to see if there was anyone about that might see. The only person in the vicinity was the chubby mousey, cleaning woman pushing her cart across the balcony of the third floor. The parking lot was empty but for the two of them.

"We're lucky that no one saw us," said Dean, a little angry at himself for being so reckless.

"I am sorry for disappearing on you, but I have to follow my father's orders."

"Yeah, I know, but he does have some interesting timing," Dean said suspiciously.

Both Dean and Castiel leaned casually against the Impala.

"Come take a ride with me," Dean said impetuously, almost ordering Castiel.

They both got into the Impala and Dean drove west, headed for Falls Park. He didn't want to be around anyone else, so when they got close to the public park, he took a turn that brought them to a place called the Queen Bee Mill Ruins. There was no one in sight. The weather was cloudy, and it looked like rain was coming.

"Get into the back seat?" Dean asked Castiel.

He was confused but compliant, got into the back seat and sat before Dean came in. Dean got in and lay his head in Castiel's lap. Castiel slowly ran the fingers of his right hand through Dean's spiky hair, down to the nape of his neck, and down into his collar, to Dean's delight. He felt the heat emanating from his warm body up through his collar. He started at his temple and moved slowly through Dean's hair. Castiel cradled his head in his lap with his left hand. Castiel was a bit more than inexperienced, and was a little awkward, like a child with his favorite pet, but Dean didn't mind in the least. He just enjoyed the caresses for what they were, pure affection from his angel, enjoying a stolen, undisturbed moment together. Dean lay with his eyes closed as did Castiel, also enjoying the sensations.

Dean sat up after a while, as he was beginning to fall asleep on Castiel's lap. He turned to Castiel and kissed him fully on the mouth. Castiel reciprocated his gentle kiss.

Dean stopped and asked, "Are you sure this is OK with you?"

"Are you sure you are OK with this?" Castiel replied.

"I don't feel like I know what's right or wrong for me now that you've come along and literally saved me," Dean admitted. "All I know is that it feels right, and if your dad hasn't struck us down dead. It's my head that's having trouble accepting this. My heart, on the other hand, feels reckless, overjoyed, and like I ought to lay off the cheeseburgers, because I'm going to have a heart attack."

"The area between right and wrong seems to be becoming a more gray area for me," Castiel explained. "I feel that if I was doing something wrong, that my father would surely let me know, but now that I am in this vessel and sort of human, I wonder if he is giving me some free will like that of man."

"My free will is telling me to take you forcefully, but not against your will, of course." Dean said.

That was all Castel needed to hear before they started kissing again in between undressing each other as quickly as possible., there in the back seat of the Impala. They were like eager, desperate teenagers. Raindrops began to fall on the car, and the glass of the car started to quickly fog up with condensation.

Dean scanned the area before he spit into his palm, rubbed it on himself and entered Castiel with a gasp. They both gasped at nearly the same time. He couldn't help but pump away as fast as he could out of lust, desperation and fear that the angel would disappear. He came within a few thrusts and more gasps. Castiel had been masturbating as hard and fast as he was getting it from Dean and came moments later with a few grunts. Castiel cleaned himself up with tissue from his trench coat pocket, as did Dean. Dean pulled his jeans up over his slightly sweaty shorts .

They continued to finish dressing themselves when Dean leaned over for another kiss. It was quick, but soft and Castiel was realizing he was falling for Dean. He hoped he didn't have to mean it in the literal sense. He wanted to be obedient and to do what was right. Castiel wanted to at least try, but he didn't know if he'd been given free will like his father did to man.

Castiel was very troubled by this and wanted to speak to another angel about it, but who could he trust?

"I must go, Dean," he said sadly.

"At least you've given me fair warning this time," Dean said as Castiel disappeared before his eyes.