At the end of the week, after a case, Sam and Dean decided to have a beer at one of the local pubs. Castiel had assisted and, afterward, accepted the offer from Sam to join them. The angel had not been present for more than five minutes at a time that whole week, which the elder Winchester was grateful for. Dean felt infinitely more awkward around Castiel after the incident in the back seat of the Impala, and couldn't help thinking about it every time he drove. The whole thing had just confused him more. He and Cas had parted quickly afterwards because he'd made up an excuse, saying that Sam was expecting him back at their motel. A lie. An obvious one too. Fortunately the angel was merciful and did not press Dean to stay.

At the pub Dean sat next to Sam and Castiel took the opposite side of the booth. The hunter quickly realized what a mistake this was. He practically blushed watching Castiel take a slow drink from a bottle of beer. At one point Cas accidently spilled a bit and ran his tongue from the base of the bottle to the top, in an attempt to catch the drip. Dean, though he could not be completely certain, felt that this was on purpose as Castiel had briefly made eye contact while doing it.

"Wow Dean," Sam piped up pulling Dean back to reality. "I think that's the least I've seen you drink in a long time. You've been nursing the same beer for over half an hour."

"I'm considering sobriety," Dean mumbled before chugging the rest of his beer. "There," he said slamming the empty bottle back down on the table, "happy?"

"Whatever," Sam replied throwing his hands up defensively. "I was just making an observation." Before Dean could tell him to shut his trap Sam's cellphone rang.

"What was that about?" Dean asked after the call was over.

"Bobby, says he has something to show me. Can I borrow the car?" Sam answered.

"And just how am I supposed to get back to the motel if you take the Impala?" Dean scoffed.

"Dean, there's an angel sitting right across from you" Sam remarked pointedly.

"Ah come on! You know I hate traveling that way!" Dean cried indignantly.

"You come on! Bobby needs me to collect some sort of artifact…unless you'd rather go get it," Sam retorted. Dean continued to grumble but handed over the keys anyway. If he was being honest with himself it was more or less the idea of driving all that way, with the memory of Castiel's B.J. running on a loop inside his head.

After Sam left Dean was not in the mood to stick around the pub with Castiel.

"Alright," he groaned getting to his feet. "Let's get this 'Touched By An Angel' crap out of the way."

"You…want me to take you back to the motel?" Castiel said trying to clarify what Dean had actually meant.

"Yes please," the Winchester replied in a patronizing tone. Castiel stepped forward, noting how Dean's jaw clenched at the proximity, and lightly pressed two fingers to his forehead. In an instant they were back at the motel. Castiel was still standing tantalizingly close to Dean when they arrived, and he forced himself to take a step backwards.

"Alright" Dean said, unnecessarily clearing his throat, "Well I'm gonna hit the hay so…you have a good night." Castiel made no move to exit. Nor did he vanish into thin air as Dean had hoped. Instead he stood there with a puzzled look on his face.

"Are we still doing that?" Castiel spoke at last.

"Doing what?" Dean answered with a sigh of frustration.

"Pretending that we haven't been intimate" the angel stated with a note of disappointment.

"Can we not…use that…verbiage?" Dean said struggling to remain calm.

"What would you prefer?" Castiel asked looking even more bewildered.

"I'd prefer you stop bringing this shit up every time we talk! I told you before I'm not gay Cas! I don't want that from you!" Dean shouted.

"No Dean. You WANT to not want it," Castiel bit back. "You made that pretty damn clear when you pulled me into the back of your car the other night. And you're the one who broached the subject when you asked me why I cared. So stop all the petulant rhetoric already! I'm tired of it!"

"Well I'd tell you to blow me Cas but you already did! So why don't you just get the hell out of the room!" Dean barked angrily.

"Fine," Castiel replied in a solemn tone. "I'll make a bargain with you Dean," the angel said stepping closer to the hunter, "If you tell me to go right now I will. I'll go and never bring any of this up again. However, you must promise NOT to touch me...EVER again." Dean scoffed but said nothing. Being the tiniest bit tipsy and in such close proximity to Cas at that moment had slowed his thinking. Out of nowhere the words that Castiel had spoken in his dream, that first time, popped back into his brain.

"What did you mean, in my dream, when you said you felt knit to me?" Dean asked, changing the subject. It was an obvious stall but Castiel played right into it.

"I tried walking away from you Dean. I didn't mean to move so fast" Cas replied, speaking more to himself.

"Yeah, but what did it mean?" Dean reiterated.

"It's a verse…from the book of Samuel," Castiel spoke hesitantly. "As soon as he had finished speaking to Saul, the soul of Jonathan was KNIT to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul."

"Odd Bible verse" Dean remarked.

"The story continues to say that Saul, Jonathan's father, took David that day and would not let him return to his father's house. Then Jonathan made a covenant with David, because he loved him as his own soul. And, after Johnathan's death, David wept saying "Jonathan, oh, how much I loved you. And your love for me was deep, deeper than the love of women,"" Castiel elaborated. "So, you can see how I might've made the comparison. My mistake…apparently." After this remark Dean averted his eyes and sighed in frustration. After a brief moment of contemplation he slowly got up the courage to look back at the angel. He couldn't deny the strong attachment he felt towards Cas. He'd felt that way shortly after meeting him, but he'd always considered it to be the bond of a brother. Although, the more Dean thought about it, he could recall a few times he had thought about how attractive Castiel was. But he'd squelched those kinds of thoughts quickly in the past, unwilling to truly ponder their meaning. Now he'd been backed into a corner and could not escape the implications. Dean squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to purge his body of all of the strange, unwanted, feelings welling up inside of him.

"Tell me to leave Dean" Castiel said quietly. Dean's eyes flashed open, his brows knit together, and he opened his mouth to banish the angel but nothing came out.

"Tell me" Castiel repeated the words even softer, almost pleading. That's when Dean pulled him into his arms and crushed their mouths together once again. They undressed one another eagerly as Dean led them towards the bed. Castiel gently pushed Dean backwards onto the mattress and gruffly pulled down his pants. He removed his own with equal vigor and crawled on top of his hunter.

The feeling of flesh against flesh was pure ecstasy. Dean shoved his tongue into Castiel's mouth and ran his hands down his back to squeeze his ass, and pull it closer.

"Fuck me," Dean whispered into Castiel's ear, the words coming out in one harsh breath as he was already panting. The angel made no objections. He pulled back a little and shoved two fingers into Dean's mouth. Not wasting the opportunity, Dean clamped his mouth down around them and sucked. Castiel's eyelids fluttered and he clenched his jaw. He pulled his fingers out of Dean's mouth slowly and replaced them with his lips. As they kissed Castiel gently inserted his first finger into Dean's ass. Dean gasped at the foreign sensation, but moaned when Cas began to move it in and out. By the time the angel had inserted a second finger he'd located Dean's sweet spot. Dean pulled Castiel tighter against him and gently bit down on his neck. This elicited a low moan from the angel and the hunter smiled against his skin, even as his breathing grew more ragged.

"Cas, put it in me" Dean begged in a pained tone. He let go of the angel for a brief moment to fumble around for some lube he kept in his top drawer, and shoved it into Castiel's free hand.

Castiel eagerly nodded in agreement. First he grinded his way down Dean's body until he came into position. At that point he'd removed his fingers, and had applied a liberal amount of lube to Dean's ass. Then, after instructing Dean to part his legs, he slowly and gently pressed the tip of his cock into the hunter's ass. Dean let out a sharp exhale and squeezed Castiel's shoulders.

"Fuck" Castiel cursed through clenched teeth. He was only barely able to resist pounding into Dean's ass. The angel wanted the experience to be pleasurable for himself AND the Winchester. He moved in and out slowly, plunging further with every push, and it wasn't long before Dean was begging him to move faster.

"Patience is a virtue" Castiel replied, his voice becoming a low husky growl. Dean reached for his own cock, for some relief, and Cas gruffly grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them against the mattress. He pressed his mouth against Dean's in a firm kiss to stop the man's would-be objections. Then, after the hunter quieted, Cas trailed lighter kisses to the top of Dean's jaw. There he gently dragged his teeth across the man's stubbled until it brought him back to Dean's mouth. He planted a chaste kiss on his lips once more and then slammed into him harder. Dean couldn't help letting out a cry. The angel was gracious at this point and released his hands.

"Now," Castiel commanded as he pumped harder and faster. Dean complied without a second thought and began to move his wrist up and down the shaft of his cock, matching Castiel's rhythm. Dean leaned forward and Cas cradled his head in one hand, while the other was pressed against the headboard for support. Meanwhile Dean kept one hand on Castiel's ass as the other continued to stroke his cock. Their breathing was labored as they each neared climax. Dean came first. As his eyes wandered down the angel's abdomen the sight, and feel, of Castiel's flesh pounding into his own sent him over the edge. Cas came quickly afterward. The sight of Dean throwing his head back and the sound of his satisfaction made Castiel's own release inevitable.

Castiel pulled out of the Winchester once they were both finished and dropped, face first, onto the mattress beside him.

After a moment or two the angel turned towards Dean and said, "Let's do that again."