Tell me, Dean! (Part 7)

That night Dean dreamed something really weird. Pleasant! Yes, pleasant was the actual word that came to his mind. It was a lucid dream and he loved every single second of it.

He was in the back room at the bar where the werewolf attack happened earlier that evening. He looked around. The room was poorly illuminated by some candles and he saw he wasn't alone. In the doorway there was Castiel, his shirt somewhere on the ground only his pants on. He came closer to Dean with a reassuring and loving smile on his face. Malicious, there's something malicious in that smile. Dean liked it. He smiled too.

Cas got closer and closer and Dean realized he was only wearing his underwear but he didn't move. He wanted Cas to see him like that. Cas raised his hand and softly caressed Dean's cheek. Dean leaned into that gentle touch with closed eyes and in a moment of distraction turned his face into Castiel's palm and kissed it softly. Instead of running in awe he drew closer to Cas and got a good grip on his hipbones. I love those hipbones. Castiel's response to that was a soft moan of pleasure, almost a laugh, and for Dean's ears it was the purest of the sounds. Cas got closer, so close that now their torsos where touching, and put his hands on Dean's back like in a hug while slowly starting to sway. Dean loved it. The touch of Castiel's skin was burning him and his heart was pounding faster now. All he wanted was to sink in Castiel's embracement.

Cas's hands slowly slipped and grabbed Dean's underwear and he pulled his face away staring at Cas just before he began to slowly kiss his body. Cas started with the neck, and now it was Dean who released a pleasure moan. Cas continued to kiss every inch of him stopping on the hipbones. As he reached that point he threw Dean on the bed with force and stood on top of him.

Dean couldn't resist this anymore and kissed Castile's lips. Soft! He slowly licked Cas's lips until the climax of pleasure was so close that he had to slip his tongue into his mouth. And Cas responded to that. Damn, he knew what he was doing. The kiss was so long and sweet that Dean was about to beg for air. Cas kissed him again and again, while Dean was lying under him caressing his back until Castiel's hands moved. They slowly touched and fondled Dean's muscles until they got to the underwear. There they slowly followed the legs line pulling the material down. Soon his kisses followed the hands and Dean found himself lifting his hips in the rhythm of Cas's fondling. Fondling that followed the rhythm of Dean's moans.

He was mesmerized by the amount of pleasure and the music they were creating: the sound of his moans together with the sounds of the wet kissed and he rustling noise of the bed sheets. This is the rule, Cas. The only rule in music: pleasure! The room started to get hotter and he felt like someone was watching his every move.

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As he opened his eyes Castiel's eyes were staring at him. Deep blue. I could lose myself in those eyes. But it wasn't a dream anymore.

"He's awake." Castiel spoke in a deep happy voice withdrawing his head and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Good. We should give him those meds anyway. The fever might come again otherwise." This was Sam.

Dean stood up and rested his back on the headboard. "Good morning to you too. I see you're alright Cas!" it was weird talking to Castiel now after that dream. What if he saw it? But the panic of that thought disappeared fast as he remembered that Cas was human now. Thanks goodness they closed the Gates of Heaven.

"I am considerably better! Thank you for taking care of my wounds." Dean nodded and Cas walked away from the bed and went to search something in his duffel. Only then did Dean realize that he wasn't wearing any shirt. His slender torso was covered in bandages but still it had a weird effect on Dean, sending shivers through his veins.

"Why" his voice was too high pitched so he cleared his throat, but not soon enough. Sam heard that and turned from the laptop to look at him. Dean pretended it didn't happen and continued "Why do I need medication? Cas here was the one shoved against a wall."

Cas took a shirt out of the duffel and got dressed as he explained. "You had fever. Your cheeks were red and blood was pumping too fast. Also, you kept making disquieting noises and you wouldn't wake up. We were worried so Sam purchased some medicine to make you feel better." Dean was now staring at Castiel hoping that Sam hasn't noticed anything else. Since he was his brother, Dean was sure Sam realized it wasn't the fever that made him act like that in his sleep. He cleared his throat again feeling like his heart was pressing on his throat and respiratory channel.

"Thanks, but I'm fine now." Dean stood up from the bed and announced that he will go take a shower. He kept his eyes on Sam until he closed the bathroom door making sure he wouldn't add anything else. He adjusted the water temperature and took his clothes off. The warmth of the water reminded him of Castiel's hot skin on his in the dream and for a moment he felt like too much air was leaving his lungs.

He felt dirty for thinking of Cas that way. He was like a brother to him anyway. Like that Aiden guy to Krissy? Dean poured shampoo in his hair and made sure the bubbles would tap his ears. The voice was right, but that didn't mean he liked what it implied. He washed carefully scratching away some imaginary dirt of his skin. As he got out of the shower he felt better and relieved.

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Dean was still wet when he entered the room with just a towel around his waist. Cas was listening to Sam's plan for the day as he saw him enter the room. He couldn't move and for a second he felt like he couldn't breathe. Dean knew what happened last time he took a shower and showed up like that, so why was he doing it again? A soft and weird sound left Castiel's mouth and Sam turned around to see if one of the wounds was bothering him again.

"Cas, are you ok?" he threw him a bottle of painkillers. "Here, this should help." Then he went back to his research.

Dean saw the whole thing and couldn't help but bite his lip. Was he angry? Cas nearly exposed them. 'Them'? There wasn't a 'them'. And until you learn to show your feelings there will never be. But that wasn't the reason. He bit his lip because he feared the pleasure of seeing Cas like that might make him moan or even... He hid that thought in a remote corner of his mind and rushed to the duffel .He took some clothes from it then rushed back in the bathroom and leaned against the closed door.