Now we're getting somewhere. Sorry it took so long. I get writers block. Sorry if it's crap. But Enjoy, please! :P And review, I really appreciate it.
It was Dean's turn to blush this time. "Um, your trench coat?" he muttered, sitting on the bed and reaching under his pillow, pulling out the slightly crinkled beige coat. Castiel's eyes softened when he realized Dean had kept his coat under his pillow, close to him. "For safe keeping, you know?" the hunter continued, placing it on his lap and playing with the material, "couldn't have any one stealing a significant part of your look."
The angel frowned, "Why would anyone steal my coat?" he asked innocently, peering over the top of the couch to look at Dean. He understood parts of human behavior but most still baffled him, why would someone steal a coat when they could take a car or money?
Dean chuckled, "Because that's what people do. We're a weird bunch, us humans, we like to steal clothes." Castiel's frown became more pronounced causing Dean to laugh harder at the angel's adorable innocence. Dean glanced over towards the bathroom as the door opened and Sam stepped through, wearing nothing except a towel his hair floppy and wet. "Fuck," the oldest Winchester gasped, quickly shielding his eyes and turning away, "Someone give me a knife so I can gouge my eyes out."
Sam laughed, "Sorry dude, used to being on my own in a motel."
Dean felt a sudden bit of pressure on the bed next to him, he looked up to see that Cas was sitting next to him, head tilted to the side, still frowning, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Why would you want to gouge your eyes out? Surely that is painful and unnecessary, and would affect your ability to hunt."
The hunter rolled his eyes, "Cas, you're getting worse at understanding humans, you realize that right? Allow me to explain. I don't really want to gouge my eyes out, it's just a saying that you...say when you see something you don't want to." Dean nodded to himself and smiled glad that his explanation made sense, normally it was Sam who explained stuff, his younger brother was much better with words than him.
The angel reached over taking his trench coat off his human's lap, letting his fingers brush quickly over Dean's crotch, the hunter trembled slightly at the contact. Sam sat down on the bed opposite and glanced at the clock. "Right, I'm going to sleep. We're going to find a case for you tomorrow, can't have you getting all rusty." The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes in response, he never got rusty, he was out of action for a whole year at one point, and he jumped right back in, as good as ever. Sam pulled a shirt and some boxers on to sleep in, stood up, quickly turned off the light and got into bed.
Dean glared in his direction, "Ok! I'll just sit in the dark then!" he shouted, "Bitch." He turned to Cas, "Since Sammy over there says I've got to work a case tomorrow I'm going to sleep, you can stay if you want, I don't know, it's your choice." Castiel smiled and nodded, there was a light fluttering of wings and he was sitting on the sofa, staring at the blank TV his hands in his lap. Dean shrugged, the angel was weird, and he was pretty used to it. He quickly pulled off his shirt and pants and slid under the covers, closing his eyes then opening them again. Normally sleep came quite easily for him, he would just have nightmares, but right now sleep just wouldn't come.
The oldest Winchester sighed and opened his eyes, staring around the dark room, he couldn't see Castiel anywhere. "Sounds about right," he growled, "Stupid angel flown off again." Suddenly Castiel was standing next to him frowning.
"I am not stupid," he pouted, making Dean chuckle quietly in the dark, "and I did not fly off, you just could not see me, it is rather dark." Dean swung his legs over the bed so he could sit on the side of it. The angel looked down at the almost naked hunter, and bit his lip lightly, a strange sensation pooling in the pit of his stomach.
Dean smirked, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, he reached up and grabbed the angel's tie and pulling on it so he could be straddled. The Winchester pressed his lips roughly against Cas', opening his mouth so his tongue could slide out and run along his angel's. He felt his tongue being sucked on softly, and his blood rushed down his body as he moaned with pleasure and need. Castiel quickly removed the clothes on the upper part of his body, Dean moved his hand down the angels body and pressing hard against the lump in his pants, Cas moaned loudly at the touch making both of the freeze and glance worriedly at the sleeping Winchester in the bed opposite.
"Cassie, you're going to have to keep quiet, Sammy won't be impressed if he wakes up to you moaning your head off."
The angel nodded, placing his hand on Dean's and pressing down on it, he shook softly trying to stop himself making a sound and disappointing his hunter. Cas moved his hand under Dean's and unzipped his pants desperate for something he didn't even understand himself. The oldest Winchester slipped his hand into Castiel's boxers taking his hard length into his hand and stroking it lightly, causing him to moan quietly and buck his hips into the Winchester's hand.
Castiel moved his hands to slide into Dean's hair, pulling on it roughly as he bucked his hips in time to the hunter's strokes. He could feel heat pooling at the pit of his stomach, and a strange tightening sensation around the same area. He'd never done anything like this before but he could tell it wouldn't last long, something was going to happen, he could feel it.
Cas buried his face into Dean's neck panting lightly and biting at his skin, the hunter sped his hand up, brushing his thumb lightly over the slit spreading the precum that was already gathering there. Cas whimpered his head rolling back off Dean's shoulder, and started moaning loudly as the hunter stroked him through his orgasm. Dean moved his other hand to clamp it over Cas' mouth muffling his cries as the angel spilled onto the oldest Winchester's hand inside his boxers.
"God, you're loud Cas. That's not even the best thing we can do," Dean muttered, winking at Cas making his eyes widen, "But I really should sleep." He slipped his hand out of the angels pants and wiped the cum off onto the side of the bed. "Can you mojo yourself clean?"
Castiel smiled slightly, "Of course I can." He stood up and frowned as Dean got back into bed, then he smiled again and join his hunter in the bed. Wrapping his arms around him and pressing their bodies together.
"Hey hey hey!" Dean protested, "What's Sammy going to think when he wakes up and sees us cuddling in bed?" Despite the protest he leaned his head onto the angels chest feeling like a chick. He never cuddled.
Cas rolled his eyes, "I do not require sleep, so if it makes you feel more comfortable I'll move to the couch, fully clothed, before Sam wakes."
"So, you're just going to watch me sleep? All night?" The hunter mumbled, it was all a bit too girly for him to be cuddling with an angel of the lord, and lying the way a girl would.
"Yes. Now be quiet and sleep. Or would you like me to sing you to sleep?"