Dean laid on the bed thinking as he waited for his angel to return.
After a few minutes he realized that it wasn't going to happen unless he did something so he sat up and began to pray, "I pray to Castiel who may or may not hate me right now and who I was a major dick to. Get back here so we can talk or you can at least let get me out of this room."
Dean opened his eye to have no sign of the other man so he closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed. Only it wasn't the bed he hit.
He opened his eyes to find that he was laying with his head in Cas's lap while Cas looked down at him.
Dean quickly sat up and awkwardly muttered, "Didn't see you there."
He thought of the look Sam would be giving them if he had seen. Fuck Sam though, he decided as he moved his thoughts back to the room.
Cas was sitting in the same spot and hadn't moved or spoke since he had shown up.
Dean suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to make him blink instead of staring at him so he threw his hand out, stopping just in front of Cas's face.
"Why didn't you flinch?" Dean asked. "You need to blink, you're creeping me out."
Cas made a point of blinking before responding, "I trust you and I know you would never hurt me. That's why I didn't flinch." He didn't mention that even if Dean had hit him it wouldn't have hurt.
Dean sat there letting the words sink in while Cas went back to his statue pose.
That pissed him off so he stuck his hand out again and this time closed Cas's eyes for him. When he moved to pull his arm back Cas grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer into a passionate kiss.
"I'm pretty sure angels aren't supposed to do that," Dean said with a grin after it was over.
"Angels aren't supposed to do a lot of things that I do," Cas said with a shrug.
"I guess I'm corrupting you well then," Dean responded.
"More than you know," Cas said thinking about some of the things he had done to keep Dean away from different women.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked not sure he liked the look on the angel's face.
"Nothing," Cas said doing his best innocent act.
Dean pinned him down and said, "I don't believe you and you're going to tell me."
"Nope," Cas replied.
"You're forgetting who you're dealing with here," Dean said. "I'm a certified torture master."
Cas looked confused, but Dean just leaned down and began to kiss at the angels neck.
"I don't think this counts as torture," Cas said.
Things were just getting good when Dean got up and laid down on Sam's bed shutting his eyes as he responded, "That's what you could have if you tell me."
"I'm not going to crack that easily," Cas responded. "You're forgetting that I still have you on lock-down." Besides Cas was very aware that he wouldn't be getting any of that if he told Dean.
"And you're forgetting how stubborn I am," Dean said.
Cas sat there thinking for a few minutes before he disappeared.
"Wuss," Dean accused.
He began to wonder what the angel had left to do and his thoughts quickly turned inappropriate.
He quickly cut off that thought, he needed to torture Cas not himself.
With that Cas came back with a bag of bacon cheeseburgers.
"You're going to need a lot more than that to bribe me to shut up," Dean said with a grin. "Besides the more you resist telling the worse it must be and the more I want to know just how corrupted you are." It was more than just that in Dean's mind. It was fighting to be the man in the relationship.
"They aren't for you," Cas said as he took the first burger out of the bag.
He began to bite into the burger and made moaning sounds. Either he knew exactly what he was doing or he was just trying to prove that the burgers were good.
"Damn you are corrupted," Dean said with a smirk.
"Mmhmm," Cas nodded.
Dean's jaw dropped, "Wait you understand that?"
"Yup," Cas responded.
A question suddenly popped into Dean's mind and he couldn't control himself before he asked, "Have you had sex?"
"No," Cas responded. "But you haven't lately either."
"Cas are you a peeping tom?" Dean asked with a grin.
"Nope," Cas said.
"Are you sure? Because you already creeper stare at me while I sleep," Dean said.
"You're still wrong," Cas said wondering when this had become a guessing game.
"Have you-" Dean started to guess before he was interrupted.
"This isn't twenty questions," Cas said.
"Wow making references of your own," Dean said trying to distract from how disappointed he was that Cas wasn't letting him guess.
"How about I leave you here for twenty-four hours alone and see if you change your mind?" Cas asked and before Dean could respond he was gone.
Dean just rolled his eyes and went to go to sleep, but just as he was about to fall asleep the TV turned on at full volume and wouldn't turn off.
"Very funny Cas," Dean said. "What's the big secret you're trying to hide anyways?"
Dean decided to spend the time thinking through what had happened recently and what Cas had said.
He hadn't had sex, but he had for some reason brought up that Dean wasn't getting lucky lately either. He wasn't a peeping tom, but he was fairly corrupted considering the burger incident.
He thought over why he hadn't been able to sleep with the last woman and suddenly realized that Cas had stuck around at the hotel until Dean had come back, then after the story was told he'd left.
No he wouldn't have . . . he couldn't have . . .
The more he thought about it the more convinced he was that Cas had somehow been responsible. After all he is Dean Winchester, that sort of stuff doesn't happen to him.
Dean finally sat up and prayed to get Cas back telling him that he gave up because he was bored, had a headache, and he one hundred percent wanted to punch every character in this procedural cop show.
Cas shows up and studies the expression on Dean's face and asked, "You're giving up that easily?"
"At least for now," Dean said.
A few minutes later Dean was nibbling at the angel's ear and stopped to whisper, "I know."
Cas looked him in the eyes and said, "No you don't."
"Yes, I do," Dean said. "So how'd you do it?"
"Do what?" Cas asked, not going to be trapped into admitting things Dean didn't know.
"You fully understand what kept me from sleeping with . . . what was her name? Starla?" Dean asked. "Anyways you completely understood because you caused it and waited to hear the story in the hotel room later."
Cas shrugged.
"You've got to stop using your stupid angel powers to get your way," Dean accused. "But at least you aren't hippy Cas."
"Hippy Cas?" The angel asked.
"When Zachariah took me to 2014 you didn't have your angel powers so you were drugged up and having orgies," Dean explained.
"Why?" Cas asked.
"Because you were human," Dean replied.
"Why?" Cas asked again.
"No more questions," Dean said before silencing Cas with another kiss.
A/N: Please read and review! Okay so I know it's been a while, but I had this written most of the time, but I wasn't sure if this was how I wanted to end it. I just decided that I'd put up and then decide if I wanted to add another chapter or not afterwards. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter :D
Oh yeah and a super big special extra gigantor thank you to the reviewers of last chapter: Paulathe Cat, Havent Met My Angel Yet, darkphoenix2345, and kissacazador